Summersnow

- Sunday, August 29, 2010 @ 9:33 PM

yknow what, i give up on the i'm-so-high-and-holy-eradicate-world-poverty thing.
tonight, i'm just going to blog stuff just like how a 15year old would.

;
obviously i would be jealous.
i waited my whole darn life for someone like her and then you just come barging into everything and ruining everything i took months to build within seconds with a touch of your stupid stupid manicured fingers. like you're playing jenga, huh.
and don't you dare wriggle your finger at me and say that i'm a spoilt bitch cause i swear, of all the cedarians, i will the last few ever to be classified as a spoilt brat.
lastly, friends are not paperballs for you to toss into the wastepaper basket when you're sick of them and pick them up all over again when you think their value has risen.

after the next time i'm bringing my guitar to school,
i swear i'm never ever going to play my guitar for anyone ever, ever again.
cause guess what, i'm not good enough, i'm such a noob piece of shit, and no matter how much passion i have for music, it's never going to cover up the fact that i wasn't born to be a musician.
ever.
thereby, i should just forget my little little warped up fantasy of moonlighting as a guitarist when i grow up.
cause life doesn't have time for people like me.

for crappy days like these,
cosmetics and all things materialistic wrap me up in a delusional and rose-tinted bubble and send me to a world of pure bliss.
makes me wonder,
who needs friends when you have money.

hence, goal of my life:
earn a truckload full of hundred dollar bills.

i need my happy pill now.

-A-

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- Friday, August 27, 2010 @ 10:12 PM

reblogged from laura.

funny thing,

in geography, we learn about how people in war-torn somalia have no access to clean water and how thousands die of malnutrition and starvation every day.

in science, we learn about how climate change, global warming, the depletion of the ozone layer will kill us eventually if we don't stop our irresponsible and self centered manners.

in history, we learn about how many innocent lives are at stake because of impending wars and presidents, prime ministers and cabinet members to set each other up against one another. nuclear weapons, bioterrorism, chemical warfare.

and yet, we indulge ourselves in the very essence of relationship problems that we deem as life-changing as compared to worldwide current affairs, the vicious cycle of poverty developing nations can't shake off, the threat of man abusing science to use it as a one-way ticket to world domination.

friends. good friends. bad friends. best friend. boyfriends. girlfriends.
mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers.

sometimes, i think that it's really silly, immature and shallow of us. and funny thing is, after i blogged a i-am-a-a-spoilt-bitch-who-wants-a-country-cd-badly, here am i pretending to be profound (that's pretty much what everyone will think right? splashing science terms and copy and paste stuff from newspaper all over my blog.) your definition of act-smart.

hence,
someone needs to remind me the next time i lament about how bad canteen food tastes, complain about some cedarian, scream from the rooftops that i hate my cca, make a face when my math teacher gives homework.

people are dying out there. people lose their limbs, their sight, their hearing. people are wheeled into morgues every second. people go to sleep hungry, tired and cold.

i need to learn how to count my blessings.

and yknow what,
I TRY.
i actually do.

i paste this big fat a3 size drawing block on my wardrobe so everytime i pick out a piece of clothing, i see the goddamned huge sign that says 'GO PRACTICE DANCE. NOW.' i watch so you think you can dance. i look at my primary school ballet costumes and think,
'i love dance. i love dance. you know you really do. you have this undescribable burning fiery red passion for dance. you want to be a dancer when you grow up'

do i really look as if i want to walk into the studio twice a week, watch my grossly shaped body in the mirror twisting, curving, moving, listen to the teacher scold, point out and humiliate.

i pysch myself into embracing dance.
i try.
i really, really do try.

-A-

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- @ 9:26 PM

art for nerds.

(but goshhh, i don't know those compounds!)
(it makes me sad when i don't know something.)

wednesday:
1. dance was bearable. barely bearable. and that was like most probably because of the fact that i wanted to get stuff done and over with so i could play my guitar after dance. ohwell.
2. laoshi talked to the sec3s and told us that everytime she scold us... okay, wait. what's that chinese proverb. smacking is a way of showing affection and scolding is a way of showing love. direct translation. can go rack your brains for the chinese proverb.
3. yeah, and apparently i was the 'oh, you since sec1 until now like abit the no improvement one' kind of dancer. and laoshi was like 'don't give up, as long you have the passion for dance, you can do it, blah, blah, blah'
4. *sighs*

thursday:
5. sad life of a triple science kid who does trigo graph homework in sahara desert like conditions after school.

friday:
6. yay. i think i'm going to fail my chinese spelling.
7. went teachers day gift shopping with eugenia and youpay. but didn't get anything except for bubble tea.
8. AND I ATE FRIES. GOSHHH.
9. AND KFC CHICKENNNNN!!!

(if you have geog lessons with tyh, you will understand why i'm thoroughly grossed out that i ate fast food today cause she shows videos of crippled KFC chicken being stamped by farm workers and how if you leave your macs french fries for two months in a bell jar, it will not decompose. it's like plastic.)

;
sometimes i feel as if i'm not good enough to be called 'your friend'.

maybe i'm too stupid. maybe i'm not talented enough in sketching physics graph. maybe you'd prefer a friend who knows the atomic relative masses of 30elements at the back of her hand.

or maybe i'm not pretty. maybe you like someone like really deep-set eyes, delicate nose, soft lips, high cheekbones, nice brows, soft brunette hair. maybe you prefer friends who are a dress size smaller than me. maybe i'll make a better friend if i go through total face reconstruction. and liposuction. and botox. and lip fillers.

or maybe i'm not popular enough. maybe i should swtich bodies with socialites. or pray to angels in heaven that when i wake up overnight i will have three thousand friends on facebook, or that i'm blond and pretty paris hilton, or i'm some multi-talented yog athlete that everyone wants to take a picture with. maybe that will make you happy.

or maybe i'm a horrible dancer with substandard techniques and has flexbility that can only be plotted under the x-axis on a piece of graph paper. maybe i should go take up ballet, jazz, hip hop, latin, tango, ballroom. maybe you like someone who's cool and awesome and pull off crazy cheerleading stunts.

or maybe i'm the bitchiest person alive and you cannot stand me. maybe i should stop rolling my eyes. i will stop using profanities once and for all. maybe you can pour sulphuric acid on me whenever i start complaining how annoying other people are. maybe i'll just shut my trap up and adopt a kind and compassionate heart from some dead person who did a few gazillion good deeds before he died.

or maybe i'm just me,
and you think that being with me sucks.

on a lighter note,
I.FOUND.LIKE.THE.MOST.COMPREHENSIVE.EVER.SOLUBILITY.TABLE!!!!!
(okay, laura will be like 'NERD!!!!' at her iphone now.)
BUTTTTT,
it's 21 pages long and it covers rhubidium iodide to silver vandate to chromium oxide!
it practically covers every single thing known to mankind.
but then again, how am i supposed to memorise a 21page long solubility table?

(i still think i should print that crazy crazy bonkus solubility table out. at least my mom would think that i'm hardworking and i'm attempting like the most difficult chemistry feat ever to memorize the solubility of at least nine hundred elements/compounds and yeah.)

on a even lighter note,
AHHHH!!! I WANT TO THE BUY THE DIAMOND PACKAGE FOR TAYLOR SWIFT'S UPCOMING ALBUM, SPEAK NOW.
it contains the speak now cd, a speak now bracelet with lyrics of 'mine' engraved on it, a special note from taylor swift, and a limited edition, signed and frame litography from the one and only, taylor swift!!!!!
IT'S THE MOST PERFECT THING IN THE WORLD EVERRR.
except for the fact that it 99 US dollars.

on a hydrogen-light note,
I LOVE LOVE LOVE TAYLOR SWIFT!!!!
I WANT TO FLY TO AMERICA RIGHT NOW AND SIT IN WAL-MART STARING AT THE TELEVISION SCREEN AT THE ELECTRONIC SECTION AND WATCH THE CMA AWARDS WHERE TAYLOR SWIFT REVEALS HER LATEST MUSIC VIDEO MINE. and apparently, i wouldn't be able to watch it in singapore thanks TO THE FRICKIN' GREENWICH MEANTIME (geography, guys!). america is 15hours behind time compared to my lovely motherland. that means even though is 27th august now, the day of the premeire, i can only watch it after 10am tomorrow.
FML.

i suddenly don't feel like going for the YOG barbeque tomorrow.
i don't know why.
must be some nerd syndrome bubbling inside me cause i have this strong urge to study math since endyears are coming and despite being labelled as a nerd, i have not started mugging.
and plus i can save 8bucks by not going. and gain 7hours of study time in return.
(should i back out)

-A-

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- Tuesday, August 24, 2010 @ 5:29 PM

let's see, so i'm an escapism-er?

yingyi;
obviously you don't see me loner-ing cause i kind of need to be alone to be loner. wait, does that even make sense? no. it doesn't.

but i'm a loner! i talk to inanimate objects. classic example my trigo notes. 'okayyy, so you move the cosine graph up by 1 then what happens to the bloody amplitude... uh-huh, then the maximum point will be...' and the px will be like 'SHUT UP. STOP TALKING TO YOUR NOTES'.

okay, so talking to non-living stuff doesn't make you a loner. it makes you a retard. it makes you insane. it makes you eligible to join the asylum.

but i'm loner-able. like i know some people that like feed on friends on facebook and their social connections and being a social butterfly is vital. like how breathing is vital.

so i won't exactly die without friends like the whole world can just decide to protest and declare war on me and everyone starts to dao me and miss chin doesn't want to answer my linear law questions (it's okay! i have ace-learning! hah.) and yy suddenly decides that i'm a big fat bitch and talking to me was like the worst decision made ever. terrible life, yes, but i'll just shut myself in my bubble and sing taylor swift songs. i won't desperate, i won't beg my friends, i never do that. i'm THAT stubborn, i don't apologise unless i really, really, really treasure the person.

but on the other hand, i cannot imagine living a life without laura! HAHA. like i think i totally died cause there was like 9days i had to go like laura-less. and i was sad): cause i think laura's like my happy pill. she makes me happy. and the littlest things that she do that makes me happy for like 3days straight in the row.

yay.

okay, so let's do this right. i shall blog about what normal people blog about.

uhhh, so today was a better than average day? laoshi and tyh was in an awesome mood so yay? maths was fun cause i think i understood what was happening. recess was fun with laura *winks* after school was AWESOME with rachel, laura and joycelyn. like we just sat there and laughed over nothing. i braided laura's hair. joycelyn's painted laura's nails with colored markers. ohlord, all the things that we do.

then cabbed with joycelyn and krystal to united square. like i don't know for what reason. i thought novena was like nearer to my house cause i don't know, now thinking about it, there was no rationale behind it. but in the end, after blasting krystal's money on made in candy, i decided to walk home to save money. EPIC FAIL. i walked out of the mall and into the sun and chased the bus57 cause the sun was like GODDDD, what does global warming do to the sun? make it like 28383494042 times bigger? if not then why is it so hotttttt? so i took the bus home in the end.

now, random things off my mind. i don't know. i feel random now. i think sweets make me cuckoo. and i finished half of my made in candy before i typed this. so yeah.

1. i'm praying that i get fullmarks for my chinese spelling even though i studied half an hour before it.
2. i'm praying that tyh won't storm into the class saying 'ELGENIA WONG TIEN MIN, WHY YOU NEVER HAND IN YOUR TUTORIAL ESSAY!!!!!' cause i really didn't and i don't know where did it go already.
3. same with chinese. I DON'T KNOW WHERE IS MY HOMEWORK. like hello, mr. homework, did you grow wings and decide to become like a chicken or something. NO, PLEASE DON'T. or are you like some 7th month ghost in disugise? again, NOOO. please stay as my homework. your help is greatly appreciated.
4. where is my mom. i just realized the house is deserted? did she grow wings and fly away too? i'm pretty sure she's not a ghost cause ghosts don't buy me green tea when i whine over the phone for it.
5. i want to sleep cause i'm so tired. oh no, wait. my mom had this hilarious conversation with vanessa cause i didn't save vanessa's number (sorry, sorry, sorry!) and then my mom thought that she was her boss or something like that-.- maybe that's where i inherited my blondness from. genetics, naturally. oh, my mom's back! i think she went to burn the paper. it's the special kinds with silver squares in the middle or the fake money which i stole from the packet when i was young and attempted to use it to pay for food, i think? yeah, stupid kid.

they're building the downtown line outside my house and it's frickin' noisy and polluted and dusty. but they're building like a new train station and my house will be now the station where the annoying voice over the PA system will say: 'next station, little india, passengers can alight and change to the north east line'. HAHA,so cool. instead of being a purple dot on the train map, it's now a white circle! yay! upgrade!

(fyi, chinese can stay in little india too if you're wondering)

seafood are food that grow in the sea.
thus chicken is groundfood.
okay, it doesn't sound as funny as compared to when joycelyn, rachel, laura and me were making fun of food.
):

if you buy me a keyboard/piano,
i will cry for you to see.

-A-

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- Monday, August 23, 2010 @ 8:51 PM

i forgot what i wanted to blog about.
i had planned it all in my head on the train already but apparently my stupid, stupid brain forgot everything.

oh, i know i wanted to say that the walk from the mrt to school is very long.
i sang three taylor swift songs the whole way through and i think the residents thought that i was a mad woman cause i went to school at 9am and it was deserted?
okay, so the point is:
i walk alot everyday.
and i should sing taylor swit songs to keep me happy.

i think i should change my name from miss rubidium to like miss argon or krypton or some stupid, stupid noble loner gas.
being a loner is fun, seriously.

the things i did that made me happy today-
1. singing mine, love story and should've said no on the way to school! like i was just singing - no, cross that out, i was contributing to noise pollution but whatever - and the people were staring at this crazy, crazy cedarian.
2. doing trigo graphs! i think i'm falling in love with trigo. it's such a beautiful subject. okay, i'm officially crazy. what happened to the rebellious kid who didn't do her linear law homework? now she changed into a trigo-loving nerd who just labelled math as something beautiful. oh, save me. (but trigo graphs are still fun)
3. eating carrots during dinner today! i think i'm going to turn into an annoying orange sooner or later cause i ate like 2938748292 baby carrots during YOG and it was a product of the 3I kias just dumping all their veggies to me and i turned into a rabbit-.- but i likes carrots anyway.
4. blogging makes me happy.
5. oh! and i watched the super drama taiwanese show. LOVE! HAHA, that's the name of it. i(L)the show.

i think i should really turn into a loner and make my textbooks my only friends cause i'm sorry, i'm really sick and tired of trying to like people but failing cause i'm such a bitch anyway, sick and tired of seeing my friends change/transform/and i-forgot-what's-that-name-of-the-process-of-a-eeky-caterpillar-changing-into-butterfly thing, too lazy to wiki it. but yes, you get it. i'm sick and tired of being a lousy friend, those who are stuck with me half the time. i wished i could do more but i'm sorry.

and non-living things like guitars and youtube and chemistry textbooks make awesome friends cause they don't backstab you, they don't go through metamorphosis (yess,that's the word!) and transform from a ordinary looking kid into a pink power ranger overnight. they stay by your bedside in the middle of night when you have nightmares, they won't add fuel to your troubles when you had a bad day of school, they would reject you and say 'sorry, my boyfriend's more important' when you're crying. and they don't disagree to whatever you say.

okay yeah whatever. i'm not thinking straight today so you can ignore whatever i typed there cause the wires in my mind are not exactly connected properly today. like hello, i'm studying cosine graphs on the ace-learning website. that's like, oh god, nerdy?

i want to be pretty.
like taylor swift pretty, angelina jolie classy, megan fox sexy and flawlessly gorgeous. like i can turn up in school everyday like how blake lively would turn up on the red carpet.

i want to be smart.
like i want to win three nobel prizes in my entire lifetime and get some super uber cool prize cause no one has ever done that in their life. i want to be on forbes' top40 highest earning billionares and i want to donate money to haiti earthquakes not because i'm kind and compassionate but it lands your name on new york times.

i want to be cool, awesome, popular, famous and lovable. (all the good things rolled in together)

i want to have a best friend.

but sometimes, stuff just don't go your way, do they?

oh and yes, i realized i need to clear up some stuff.
is there such a word as a doublescience-wannabe or something like that? if there isn't, like let me invent that term.
i'm not trying to act cool, act popular, act pretty, act smart, act florence nightingale kind and compassionate and loving, act nice, act idk. i can't act for one thing that's why i'm in dance and not drama.
so yes, i'm not a bitch who walks into 3I, shakes hands with everybody else like hello, i'm barrack obama, attention here like puh-lease.
like no, no, no, and lastly, no.
for everyone's kind and considerate attention, i'm not exactly integrating into my new sec3 class even though like it's going to be september and blah blah blah, oac is supposed to foster strong covalent-like bonds with you and your classmates. that's not happening.
remember what happened between me and non-living stuff?
this happens when your class is like ultimate muggers, smartasses who don't need to study for the heck of their lives, quiet, guai kia people who think that handing homework in late is like the sin of the century. (okay, i'm exaggerating, but the message is through and through everyone's brain right)
YES, SO THAT'S WHAT HAPPEN. I HAVE LIKE WHAT NO FRIENDS IN MY CLASS? NOW, I SOUND LIKE A STUPID WHINY PRIMARY SCHOOL BITCH. 'MUMMEEEE, I HAVE NO FRIENDS'.
okay whatever, enough said, if some people still think that way, fine by me then.

(ohwait, rewind. i define friends as true friends. not friends that i only talk to because i don't know how to do my math homework, friends i talk to during recess cause i'm bored out of my mind and if i don't interact with people, i'm probably die that minute cause i'm like an insane kid with hyperactive mouth muscles, i'm sorry, sorry, sorry. so no offence if any of my classmates read this, i don't hate you.)

'i don't fit in' doesn't even cover it.
frickin' understatement.

cry myself to sleep tonight!
cause i don't know why. i fall aslseep faster that way. and i won't wake up in the middle of the night at 3am half-crying the wits out of myself because i've had a bad, bad nightmare and i don't dare to tell anyone cause i'm like fifteen! taylor swift sings a song about me and i shouldn't such a kid and tell my mom i've had a bad dream. or that i can't breathe halfway while sleeping and wake up wheezing for twenty minutes non-stop.

thankyou. end of speech.
-A-

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- Sunday, August 22, 2010 @ 10:24 AM

this is the reason why they invented the guitar.
it's not just perfect, this is flawless.

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- Saturday, August 21, 2010 @ 10:08 PM

YY! THIS IS FOR YOU(: SO CUTE RIGHT?

yay! today is a happy day!
(except for the fact that i didn't do any homework or study at all so tmr is major chionging day)
went out with yy, jynnlin and suyu to FLEA(:
it was an eye-opening experience cause i found out that jynnlin's like a MAJOR BUDGET SHOPPER! like who buys rompers at 4bucks and flats at 3bucks and shirts for her sister at 2bucks? EVERYTHING'S UNDER 5DOLLARS. i should totally learn from her.
and suyu's a major 'aiyah, got discount or not'. the way she haggles with the shopowner is majorly cute until the shopower cannot tahan her just give her the price that she wants.
and yy. she's the 'should i buy, or not. SHOULD I BUY? maybe won't look nice on me...'.
anyways, it was a fun day(: bought new shoes!

LAURA MY LOVE, THIS FOR YOU(:
ilove being retarded and dumb and your channel for entertainment half the time on our totally-don't-make-sense msn messages. at least i'm satisfying and pleasurable too! HAHAHAHA, that sounds totally wrong. but yay! i can't wait to sit next to you during geog lecture on monday, heck the teachers who think we're gay.
stay strong, darling(:
{love the things you do}

i stood outside a store for 4whole minutes just because it was playing 'you belong with me'.
-.-

gahhh, you know what i hate?
people who pinch their fats and proclaim that they're oprah-winfrey-fat and that they should go on a water and vegetable diet and should stop breathing cause they don't know if oxygen contains calories or not.
(this is not directed at my beloved yy and krystal, two of you have like world's worst attempted diets and YET still can stay so skinny!)

'I AM ON A DIET!'
ten minutes later with a big plate of food...
'i thought you were on diet?'
'HECK CARE.'
ohgodddd, krystal, you're the best.

ohhhh, i have YOG tmr(:
which translates into being able to see HOT HOT HOT ATHLETES.

'EHHHH, NURIN! THAT ONE THERE, VERY HOT RIGHT?'
'where? where? that blond guy?'
'NOOOO. THE GURLLL.'

HAHAHAHA,apparently, i have an obession with hot blond athletes (actually any hair will do) with mesmerizing deepset eyes who smile at pathetic basket party people like me and YY. and the russians ARE ONE HUNDRED PERCENT G TO THE O TO THE R-G-E-O-U-S.

I.AM.IN.A.DILEMMA.
should i save up 300bucks and blast it on a 16GB itouch
OR
splurge on a keyboard since my mom thinks that i have no talent should not waste her salary on my pathetic games.
(i have no idea, seriously)

OHAND... one more reason to be happy today!
i think my auntie's a horrible liar. i think she forgot my birthday and bought this like SUPER DUPER belated birthday cake for me. today's the 21st august. it's like 3weeks late. but whatever, it's the thought that counts(: but she didn't want to admit that she forgot my birthday, and so she said 'OHH, THIS IS TO CELEBRATE YOUR HARD WORK YOU PUT INTO YOG'. so sweet can. and she's so blur. she ordered the wrong ice-cream cake. apparently, my bro told her that i liked high school musical but somehow i ended up with race cars on my cake-.-
&my sister in law bought me chocolate crossiants! YAY!

ohgodddd,
as i'm typing this, i keep scrolling up to the very top to that DAMN CUTE JAR OF NUTELLA.
walau, so cute! yy! be happy i'm giving it to you(:
maybe i can like attempt to sew that for your birthday.
!!!!
but i failed my sewing in sec1-.- 4outof10. EPIC FAILURE.

I.FAILED.MY.CHINESE.TEST.UNSURPRISINGLY.

6DAYS TO THE PREMIERE OF TAYLOR'S SWIFT LATEST MUSIC VIDEO ON MTV. ARGH!!!! TIME, FLY FASTER PLEASE! did you watch the sneak peak i posted. WALAU. DAMN COOL(:

today is a damn happy post!
-A-

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- Friday, August 20, 2010 @ 6:15 PM

OH MY OH MY OH MY OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME!!!
IT'S TAYLOR SWIFT!!!!!!

(love the way she screamed at the boy, even when she's angry, she looks one hundred percent gorgeous)
*spazzzzzz*

-A-

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- Wednesday, August 18, 2010 @ 9:49 PM

chronicles of algae (my sad sad boring life)

1. I FAILED MY MATH PROFICIENCY TEST))): okay, so much for thinking that my math grades have taken for a better turn.
2. YAY YAY YAY! DIDN'T GO FOR DANCE TODAY(: and instead i spent the whole time at ngee ann poly with krystal ogling at the cute cute ferrari girl. so funnn with a capital f. OH! AND I WON THE LUCKY DRAW. HAHA,sounds so auntie. but it beats sticking around in school and watched your ego being beaten by your dance teacher.
3. I SNUCK INTO THE SCHOALR'S HOSTEL LAST SUNDAY(((: awesome or awesome. betcha didn't know they had a swimming pool(woah).
4. LOVE LOVE LOVE KRYSTAL! i'm like her dump for second-hand stuff(:
5. TMR GOT YOG. SO SAD LIFE BUT WHATEVER CAN SEE KRYSTAL/YY/DENISE/YX!!! and like tons and tons of people.

i hate people who judge other people based on their looks.
like okay, FINE, I KNOW, EVERYBODY JUDGES EVERYBODY ELSE LIKE CHOOSING A BOOK BY LOOKING AT THE BOOK COVER ONLY. YEAH FIRST IMPRESSION WHATEVER DUDE.
but this is like equating a pretty face to a PERFFFECT PERSON.
like okay, she has nice eyes, a straight nose, and perfect curvy lips. THUS SHE'S A GOOD PERSON, SHE HAS A PERFECTLY GOOD HEART, SHE WILL BE THE BEST PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE, SHE TELLS THE WORLD'S MOST WONDERFUL JOKES.
hello, wake up.

(krystal, you're definitely prettier. LIKE I REASSURE YOU 392395483TIMES. okay, so maybe taylor swift is prettier than you. BUT YOU'RE STILL VERY PRETTY)

okay,
sometimes i'm really sick and tired of all this shit.
like the only way i can prove myself is through not so wonderful grades.
and people still think it's not enough.
SO WHAT DO YOU EXACTLY WANT? my organs? sure, rip my skin, tear me apart, take a tablespoon to scoop my corneas out, wear latex gloves to dig my heart about from in between the ribs. want a partially functioning liver (hopefully not spoilt by liver cirrhosis)? GRAB IT. TAKE IT. FOR FREE. want a leg? want a toe? want hair for your next month's hair extensions.
FINE BY ME.
cause that's all i can offer?
want anything else? i'm sorry, go find someone else.

OCD.
aka obessive compulsion disorder.

in grey's anatomy, they said everyone has a form of obessive compulsive disorder. it's just whether you show it to the world or not, whether you lay it on your skin for everyone else to look/view/judge you or you choose to hide it, fix a fence to separate you from the world.

laura said i'm a very different person when i blog.
i don't know why either.
maybe me and the rest of the world don't see stuff using the same eyballs. like we're never on the same page.
and maybe i'm just like living in my own delusional bubble thinking that people acctually care but no, everyone else is just self-centered and thinks i'm not sane, alright.

but whatever,
jane morgan never cared about what people said.
she was smart, she was nerdy, she wasn't the richest in her LA school.
but she made it out in the end.
she climbed the ranks, she bashed those complacent guys up, she showed the whole world what she was made of.
that's who i want to be.
i want to prove it to the whole entire frickin world that in the end, i'm not just an empty bimbo eggshell.

I.WANT.TO.QUIT.DANCE.
would have if i didn't need those stupid CCA points.
like if i were slightly smarter to take 3rd language.

-A-

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- Tuesday, August 17, 2010 @ 10:09 PM

ALGAE.DO.NOT.GROW.ON.ROCKS. (that's moss, my middle name)
ALGAE.DO.NOT.KILL.FISHES. (okay,maybe they do but i like to think that they don't)
ALGAE.IS.AWESOME. (not me, my distant green pond scum cousins are the one-way ticket to solve the world's ballooning demands for cleaner fuel. YAY! and we are your keys to shut the doors of climate change, carbon dioxide suckers ftw)

(and YAY! i have a wikipedia page about myself)

"how do you pronounce t-u-m-b-l-r?"
"TOMB-BLUR."

HAHAHAHAHA.EPIC.
so you pronounce 'dumb' as DOOM-B.
and you pronounce 'bum' as BOOM.
okay, now, i'm being retarded.

spent the whole afternoon in 3I with yy, margie and wanxin and their english debate and my failed attempt to finish my chinese homework.
blond margie, yy and her obbession with hippopotamus and zebras and cats and dogs, me and yy spazzing over our childhood memories about non-living objects, margie thinking that she's the only sane one, wanxin and crystal turning 3I into a zoo, nurin the i-don't-care-prefect that ignored me and yy's picnic and GLEE-ING!
bottom line: fun.

sometimes, i feel as if i fit in with the 3I people better than my own classmates.

GODDD, today's english debate was freaking scary,
i think yy's paranoid-ness is like diffusing into me or something like that.
OR ELSE WHY AM I SO SCARED. IT'S JUST A DEBATE. GO UP THERE AND TALK RUBBISH, ATTEMPT TO IMPRESS A CLASS OF NERDS AND PRAY THAT YOU GET AN A. DON'T CARE ABOUT THE BEST-SPEAKER AWARDS OR THAT YOUR OPPONENTS ARE LIKE 4SMART-ASSES.
i was shivering - no, cancel that, SHAKING. as if there was an earthquake triggered inside me or like i got parkinson's disease or i was attempting to make bubble tea or i was standing on the artic circle in a bikini.
but thankgod, i didn't screw up as much as i thought i would.

I NEED A PROPER 8HOURS OF SLEEP.
like seriously.

firstly, it was late-night rubbish i did on the worldwideweb.
then came the insonmia that kept me up till the wee hours of the morning
and now it's haunting, recurring nightmares.

what i dream of:
all i see a youtube browser and a video's playing. images and clips of people falling, people dying, buildings collapsing, blood alot of blood, ruptured intestines, alot of crying and groaning and moaning. everything's moving at the speed of light. it's seems so surreal yet so realistic. and i kept clicking on the pause button but it never stopped.
it just got faster, and faster, and faster.
AND POP, YOU WAKE UP. and cannot go bed again cause you're freaked the hell out of your own mind and you're so paranoid (again, yy's masterpiece of diffusion) that you'll fall asleep and never wake up again.

but i don't want to die yet.
i haven't completed the things i want to do with my pathetic, wasted life.
i haven't gone to america. (things to do before i die: SHOP AT WAL-MART/MACYS)
i haven't met taylor swift in the flesh.
i haven't visited nashville, the heart of country music.
i haven't loved someone through and through yet.
I HAVEN'T GOTTEN MY A1 FOR CHEM,BIO AND PHYSICS IN OLEVELS. (i've been studying, dreaming of this day. working so hard, reading stupid thick, thick textbooks and you're denying me of this chance to hold my certificate?! NO MAAAAAN)
so, no, i can't die yet.

to end everything on a happy and un-emo-culture-i-think-i'm-going-to-die-mood,
TAYLOR SWIFT'S LATEST MUSIC VIDEO IS COMING OUT IN 8DAYS.
*SCREAMS*
yay, yay, yay, yay.
okay, so maybe that only makes me happy.

yy;
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.too bad! i'm not going to remove your epic english rebuttal paragraph(((((:

krystal;
READ THIS!
okay, so i know it's going to take me a gazillion years to attempt to do a card as nice as yours (the reason why i'm not in art) and to lift my hand to write a proper reply to your chio chio chio birthday card, so i figured i'll be better off typing a thankyou letter for you.

{thank you for everything you've done for me despite all the shit we've been through. i really miss the times we were so close together where we just wander around singapore (especially boonkeng) , looking for something to do, failure study dates after chionging to the library in a taxi but ended up eating and eating and sharing deepest, darkest secrets and our insecurites over late-night msn messages. thankyou for giving me all your stuff; like the clinique bag with miraculously poof-ed away and the handphone! if you hadn't given it to me and i hadn't lost it, you would be stuck with a better phone. thankyou for accepting and attempting to live with my annoying ways like me persuading you to let me kiss you after yx bashed your face up during cheer. you're worth the fight, worth everything i may have to go though to keep you as a friend and lastly, thankyou for being my friend too even though we're both screwed up and flawed in our very own ways}

i realize that you'll never see me or krystal talking to each other like that or even saying ILY to each other. we give each other violent hugs and pretend to be really freaked out when we see each other and to me, that's all i really need.
it's like the littlest things like these that makes me happy.
ILY, KRYSTAL(:

role model of the day: krystal lim.
she doesn't give up. she has the tenacity worth looking up to. she maintains the strongest front even though she's breaking inside.
AND SHE'S GOOD IN MATH WITHOUT HAVING TO STUDY-.-

i(L)ssgeog lectures,
the only time when i can hang out with two best contact-lenses wearing friends(((:
laura lim and foong yy.
(:

oh and did i ever mention.
TYH IS SUPER CUTE.
both of us are scared of butterflies, like WHEEEEE.
goshhh, she's really very cute and i'm not mentally retarded okayyyy.
happy i got her as a geog teacher(:
shit, but i haven't done my geog tutorial question homework yet.

lovelovelove,
-A-

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- Sunday, August 15, 2010 @ 2:00 PM

of all the kind of guys i hate,
number one is the chauvinistic and the act-cool-buay-cool.

and even if you're the hottest person in the whole wide world and all red-blooded women swoon at the sight of you, i'm so sorry.
'fuckyou'
same old, same old.

(i think i prefer the vulgar me over the happy-see-the-world-in-rose-tinted-glasses me)

miss hypocritical;
you wouldn't even know that this is about you.

you broke the pact, you joined the cult.
you became the very essence of the kind of people i hated.
thankyou very much for ruining everything with your fucking bullshit.

you know maybe it's the end of YOG that's driving me so crazed and insane,
cause there will be no more fun practices with the fun people.
now it's back to the bitch nagging at us with our 'fucking bad techniques' and 'we're fucking senior dancers already so we should oh-so-perfect, oh-so-marvellously-flexible and we must set a brilliant example for all to follow'

i'd rather quit syf to join urban drum crew than to sit through 6 torturous hours of dance every week.
(the only reason i'm holding back is because of olevels, the ultimatum)

cause even when we were under pressure during yog, two weeks for 4people with zero musical background to learn and memorize 3pages worth of drumming scores and to perform in front of the 27thousand-strong crowd,
no one bossed us around.
no one gave up on us (and we were incredibly slow at learning)
no one made us feel as if we're so fucking horrible that we should just go jump off the cliff and bade goodbye to the world because we couldn't do any fucking thing right.

we just practiced, practiced and practiced.
staring at crumpled score sheets, air-drumming with rain and wind against our faces and everything else.
thankyou udc.

(not that they will ever read this but this is for people to know that drumming and cymbal-clapping beats cedar dance a gazillion times anytime, anyday)

thankyou ian and yongqiang for believing in us even though we thought we could never make it.
thankyou yongqiang for doing your best to make sure that your horrible drumming students learnt the correct things using the wackiest things in the universe to make lessons less of a chore.
thankyou glorian for coaching me and eleanor even though i think you felt like vommitting blood cause our standard- no wait! there's no standard at all. yeah, thankyou.
thankyou everyone in chinese drumming (for those that i don't like and those who don't like me) for making chinese drumming such a memorable expereience even though i thought i'd never be clad in such ancient cheena costume drumming a chinese drum 5storeys above ground.
thankyou;

and what do you see in dance-
given a whole dictionary full of profanities in sixty languages, i don't even think it'll be enough.
at least people like yy have a passion for dance but me,
i think i have a stronger passion for trigo than dance.

to me,
once a teacher stops believing in a student,
i don't think that by any chance, he or she should call himself or herself a teacher.

and if we give up on a friend,
it's the end.
the last thread's broken.
the last shimmer of hope is lost.

but sometimes it's not that easy to give up,
even though it hurts like fucking hell half the time.

;
you say that you're a terrible friend, but i think i'm worse.

i'm a wreck.
a bitch at the point of no return,
an addict who can no longer turn back.
i'm so fucked up and i'm so sorry you're stuck with me.

welcome back,
emo culture.
i've missed you.

(just a note. i'm against cedar dance, not dancers. some of my juniors are like the world's most hilarious comedians, the world's best innocent-turn-sluts and the most awesome people i've ever met.)

-A-

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- Friday, August 13, 2010 @ 8:25 PM

THE BIG DAY...
we've been training for this since march,
all the crazy trainings at some ulu pandan camp, complaining about food, slacking half the time, groaning when the instructors say 'one more time', making fun of the NS men and the ACS I guys, playing captains ball, singing on the bus and just being retarded half the time.
i wouldn't say i'm in love in with YOG but i'm surely going to miss the ponning school and dance(especially!) part when 14th august comes to a end.

okay, so if you had no idea what i was talking about-
the dancers are performing in the YOG opening ceremony tomorrow and you can catch us on the live telecast that starts at 8pm.
we're performing in the item called origins(if you wanted to know) and the welcome ceremony(celine,yy,me and eleanor!)

(and now, i sound like the voice-over on tv. 'catch barbie as the princess and the pauper every saturday at 9am, only on channel something')

'just do it'
the education system here has taken nike's famous tagline for a slight little twist.
'don't care if you like it or not, just do it'

we just had our english timed assignment on writing rebuttal paragraphs.
and we had to write that we agree that mother tongue should be made a compulsary subject, that we agree that children completes a marriage and that we agree that the emo culture is harmful for present day teenagers.
and of which NONE of them do i fucking agree with.

i'm pretty sure that ninety percent of us with functioning brains would forgo taking mother tonuge. seriously. i wrote in my timed assignment that developing nations such as china and india were rising and by taking mother tongue, it would be a boost for the economy and blah blah blah.
but hello, do we look as if we care?

children complete a marriage - that just sounds wrong to me.
i'm anti-people-below-six-who-wail-whine-scream-and-look-ugh-to-me.
give birth to a kid? i'd rather take drugs.

and emo culture,
the very thing that sends all of us spinning into whirpools of depression as we begin cutting oursevles with razors and penknives alike.
what more can i say.

and now, i sound like a totally socially irresponsible teenager.
ohfuckinghell,whatever.

something happy to wedge in between all the misgivings-

THANKYOU KRYSTAL! LOVE BOTH YOU AND MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT LOADS! *MUACKS* HAHAH, you're cringing away from your computer screen now. totally predicted.
thankyou cherie for the present today. literally and figuratively, it was really sweet of you.

yingyi;
'raping is caused by men who yearn for sexual contact.' your famous last words(:
goodluck for tomorrow and stop being paranoid, you noble gas!
HAHA,miss helium.

laura;
i realized you and yingyi are the most mentioned names on my blog, like far more times than taylor swift? be honored, darling.
HAHA,miss platinum.

i'm an alkali metal(:
rubidium sounds cool.

-A-

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- Tuesday, August 10, 2010 @ 11:39 PM

"However, this tendentious mindset about the Sciences and the Humanites has to change."

i can't stand this.
i'm like writing a fucking paragraph on why the studies of humanities is more important than sciences when i'm like a strong believer of newton's third law and etc.
no offence to people who are in love with humanities, but science is the root of living. no one turns to literature or hitler when their daughter is dying of lung cancer.

(but then again, i'm not saying that triple science kids are evidently more intellectual, i'm just saying that sciences are just more important. you can study history and still be the world's smartest person.)

my mom's a humanities freak (she failed her sciences and her math, whaddya expect) so when i told that i totally hated my english debate paragraph.

and she said,
'oh so you're all for the cloning and using nuclear explosives to bomb the whole world right?'
and i said,
'cloning can save lives. nuclear energy supplies 14percent of the world's energy. what's wrong?'
'then let me ask you, money or love?'
'money. cash and credit cards and stock dividends are the roots of life. who needs love? you don't eat love, breathe love, use love to pay for your grocery bills or your taxes or your hospital bills after a crazy attempt of chasing the love of your life.'
'why are you so like that?'
'materialistic? realistic? cause i'm cool like that.'

i think my mom's angry with me now.
but whatever, i'm a money-lover.

argh, there's goddamned stupid school tomorrow.
only perk: i'm skipping half of school and i get to see my laura. yay.
dang, there's chinese test.
pfftttt.

goodnight world.

-A-

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- @ 6:03 PM

oh for the love of the stupid things we used to do,

okay, this is so going to be a mindless rambling post because i used all my braincells on something non-homework-related and i absolutely have no mood to swtich off the internet and focus on my chinese paper.

so i'm going to list down the reasons that MAKE me a nerd and those that DON'T MAKE me one-

1. wikiepedia's my holy grail website. it's like i CANNOT survive without it. like to hell with the wikipedia is not accurate shit, it's my baby. it's my perfect solution when my chemistry teachers talk alien during classes, when i have a burning retarded question like who invented contacts and where i fast-forward the whole of glee season1 by reading everything on wikiepdia.com/glee
2. i am insane about med stuff. like i'll look up at laura's face and tell her that she has extensive capillary network that is visible on her face and when i go home i research on it and tell over msn that she has couperose. (which is probably why she kept on calling me NERD over msn and thus this post)
3. i read science shit. introduction to killer diseases, 101 common aliments you should know about, desert vegetation and dinosaurs.
4. part of my youtube viewing history includes stuff like 'alkali metals reaction with water' , 'francium-the most explosive metal in the world?' , 'the mole song' and 'how are waterfalls formed'.
5. i have fugly black glasses.

on the other hand,
1. (okay, this is going to be so random but i bet no one knows how the word 'nerd' came about like i don't think people back in the 17th century uses the word nerd but yeah, the word nerd was actually spelt as knurd, which if you are smart enough would realize it's the opposite of drunk and it was supposedly used to refer to people who studied instead of partied. and i got this from wiki. dang, more nerd points) but that whole bracket-bracket thing has relation to why i'm nerd, imma in lurve el-co-hall. so i fall into the 'drunk' category and not 'knurd'.
2. i'm insanely blond. i break my guitar strings when i talk to people on msn and has to spend 3hours to fix with with one-third of time crawling on floor trying to find the pin that fell off from the guitar.
3. i suck at math. classic example: fell asleep while reading the amath textbook during lunch. (okay, so maybe i'm a nerd cause i read the amath textbook?)
4. i read seventeen instead of nat geo these days! *proud grin*
5. i'm not smart.

conclusion: i'm a half-nerd.
and i totally don't see the rationale of typing the last few hundreds of words cause all i did was just to waste my time.

i'm a bad name-r.
i'm that kind of people who spends thirty minutes on an english composition homework only to come up with a name like jane and tiffany.
bottom line: i think if i ever adopt kids next time, i'll probably pick a number and refer to the periodic table and take the name of the element with the corresponding atomic number.

'what name do you want to be placed on the birth certificate?'
'give me a number.'
'what?'
'just call any number, from 1 to 103.'
'okay...12?'
*refers*
'name her as magnesium.'

pray tell, the poor kid doesn't get a name like hydrogen or oxygen or nitrogen or chlorine or iodine or potassium.
can you imagine?
'register number four, aluminium tan.'
okay, that was so retarded.

but there are some chem names that are nice.
like astatine, germanium and selenium.
i think they can pass of some extoic greek name which no other parent would know unless they're a chemist.

i totally love this blog post maannn. i just totally crapped about the world's two most retarded topic that can ever be blogged about. ohgod, sometimes i just love myself.
oh and i wasn't trying to like hey-i'm-the-world's-funniest-person-come-laugh-at-my-blond-jokes, i was just trying to ugh, *rolls eyes*. nobody forced you to read this if you think it's highly irritating.

'go.... jiggypuff!'
i miss being a kid, watching pokemon at 1030am every saturday religiously and throwing a stress ball at the televesion everytime that i-never-grow-up ash person chooses his pokemon against his opponent which miraculously, i have never seen him lost a match.
remember?

and there you go! another random jabber.

-A-

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- Monday, August 9, 2010 @ 11:15 PM

when will the day come when i'll finally stop swooning and sighing over her,

okay, so i guess, i could start with a happy national day and all the patriotic i-hope-singapore-can-soar-to-achieve-greater-heights stuff.
and i'm done with that.

1. i'm wearing contacts now(((: i don't know but it just makes me very happy that i can finally see the world without having to put on fugly black specs and pushing the nose bridge thingy with my middle finger half the time. it's like seeing everything in a new light! and i wiki-ed this, leonardo da vinci inspired today's contact lenses. betcha didn't know that.

2. did i ever mention this before but my brother has like extra time for his PSLE. and that's like majorly unfair. he thinks it's fair cause he has his stupid doctor's certificate to prove that he has learning difficulties AKA a kinder way of saying that he's retarded. but whatever, i'm just crossing my fingers he won't get a psle score higher than me. i like being smart.

3. MY GUITAR STRING BROKE. i totally cannot believe i didn't say this at the start. broken string = no guitar = crestfallen algae. ohgoddddd.

4. i currently hate my older bro and sis to the very core, magma, lava of the earth. like i always say, promise is HUGE word and i hate it when people misuse it. if you can't live it up to your promise of being there for your little sister, then don't tell her cause it really breaks her heart.

5. i wrote a song about my two contacts-wearing friends.

laura;
thankyou! idk why you don't like to write the real names of people when you thank them, or else how would they know it's them, especially slow in the mind people like me.
love all the late-night history lessons over sms-es and random assortment of things we talk about from boys to moisturizers to candy floss.
thankyou, miss i-have-nice-smelling-hair.

oh&yy! i'm so sorry i cancelled on you today.
no matter what, i'm treating you to cookies the next we go out.

i realized something.
okay, so it's not the earth-shattering-isaac-newton-under-the-apple-tree kind of realization.

it's just,
you need two hands to clap.
you can't have a friendship with one person supporting the whole damn thing and two people aren't at loggerheads at each other if one of them is willing to make the change.

like me and nicole can actually talk to one another one like only on two neutral topics - guitar and grey's anatomy? and that's what, because we're not constantly rolling eyes and each other or cursing that the other should be banished to the fiery pits of hades.
and yet me and another ex-friend, ex-confidant, ex-person-i-bitch-about-other-too are like _______
(fill in the blank for the word that says we walk past each other but pretends that it's just mist blowing across our face, bitching to one another and somehow the bitching comes back in a full circle)

my brother's new goal for the week or something like that is to do a body wave.
and to be brutally honest, HE'S FAILING TERRIBLY.
thankgod he has no boobs or else it'll just be like bad, bad porn.

*me showing off bodywave*
bro: WALAUUU, SO COOL. I ALSO WANT TO DO.
me: you fail one, i pro.
bro: of course lah, you're in dance.
me: you WERE once in dance.
bro: being in dance is not the same thing as being able to dance.

famous last words from my brother.
well said, idiot, well said.
too bad he'll never read this or else he'll just be grinning his whole goddamned mouth off.

shucks for cedar not having a nerdy chess club or else i'll just pack my bags and quit my current cca.
cause i really hate dance so much that i'll rather spend the whole afternoon staring at black pieces of plastic on a checkered board than to see my distorted feet in the mirror and worse, my teacher scolding me over every single goddamned thing i do and dicing my ego up as if she's slicing tomatoes for dinner.

and i'm pretty sure i'm a better chess player than a dancer.
top student in my class, teacher's pet, coursemates adored me.
compared to this hellhole, i'm living in now,
ironically, i'll kill to play chess in cedar.

You are the best thing that's ever been mine.
-Taylor

-A-

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- Sunday, August 8, 2010 @ 7:15 PM

it's been exactly two months and three days since i last wrote a song,
and i feel like writing one for two people now.
but i can't find my songbook and that's tragic.
(i can't write without my songbook!!!!!gahhh.)

When all else fails, there's always me.

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- @ 1:09 PM

"and we'll have sex on your favourite bedding!"
"she's not a virginnnnn!"
"HAHAHAHA,she had sex with a balloon!"

HAHA,horny dancers (or maybe it's just me, eleanor, yingyi and minru)

1. i(L)NDP celebrations where me and yingyi just wrap ourselves in some zi-high bubbles and start dancing and singing like madddd.
2. i(L)the stupid things we do during YOG, screaming at each other when we're 5storeys above ground, looking like major fail transported-from-ancient-china kind of people, doing math questions in the middle of nowhere, juniors bullying me on the bus and cheating the uncle at the old chang kee place just to get another stick of nuggets.
3. i wore my first pair ofcontacts ystd!!!! finally overcame the fear of putting foreign stuff into my eyeball(((((:
4. HOLIDAYYYY till wedneday and can pon half day of school on wednesday somemore((((:
5. SALT with yingyi tomorrow :DDDDDDD

spent 4o++ bucks on online shopping,
oh for the love of retail therapy.

GO GO GO GO! I COMMAND YOU TO GO LISTEN TO THE NEW TAYLOR SWIFT SONG.
TYPE 'MINE TAYLOR SWIFT WITH LYRICS' AT YOUTUBE AND LISTENNNN!
heart heart t-swift(:

love how i can bitch above the he-bitch even when he's just standing there.

-A-

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- Thursday, August 5, 2010 @ 9:50 PM

TAYLOR'S NEWEST SINGLE...
IS OUTTTTTT(leaked but yay!).

AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL.
i just fell in love with her all over again.

You remember, we were sittin' there, by the water
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine

Lovelovelove,
-A-

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- Tuesday, August 3, 2010 @ 9:24 PM

*sniggers* *sniggers* *snigger*
KATE WALSH IS SOOO HOT!!!!

HAHA,ME IN HAPPY MOOD NOW CAUSE....
THERE'S. YOG. TOMORROW.
!!!!

and i finished more than half of my homework which is like MIRACULOUS since my classmates have labelled me as the-
'who never hand in physics report?'
'aiyah, confirm is algae one'

and i had an AWESOME time this afternoon playing(((:
YAYS for yingyi, laura, margie, crystal, joycelyn and wanxin!
&my kisses make laura feel loved. AWHHHH-

anyway,
kate walsh is forty-three.
SHE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE RIGHT? HEH, SO HOT!!!!

my itunes shuffled to whenever you remember.
my reaction? switch it up to some slutty slutty britney spears song.
see, stupid bitches ruined the beautiful song for me that i would choose any other song over it.

-A-

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- Monday, August 2, 2010 @ 8:59 PM

sarah chen was my first best friend who i'd came to distrust.
she never took the secrets that i kept close to my heart seriously at all,
and when i asked her about hers she just told me facts she told the entire world.

she was the first; but not the last.
after how many tears, how many fits, how many arguments,
i should have been fucking smarter than to trust anyone again.

stupid, stupid promises. you break them anyway.

a word's just a word till you mean what you say,
and love isn't love till you give it away.

-A-

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- @ 8:29 PM

even stars like taylor swift can cower in the corner, look up at the sky and ask,
what the fuck is happening to my life.

'even if i raise my hand up, they're not going to do anything. it's just going to be a waste of my arm muscles cause there's no fucking democracy in here at all. welcome to propoganda land.'

today's a horrible shit day.
1. I HATE DANCE. OKAY, WHY THE FUCK DID I JOIN. LIKE I THINK I'LL BE BETTER OFF IN CLDDS (my ex-cca) cause at least i will know how to write my chinese composition homework
2. LIARS, LIARS, JUST A FUCKING DEN FULL OF LIARS.
3. i lost my IKEA catalouge in the plush auditorium):
4. i smelt chlorine during chem lesson and mr chia told me that 'it would shorten your lifespan'
5. i have a ton of homework.

'there's no point investing in a friendship if it's not going to last'

okay, even if seniors are going read this, guess what, i'm not really going to care
(because i put a blog up to express myself while trying not the break the law or anything like that and it's not to pacify whoever's ego and bottle up all my insane feelings and die of conary heart disease)
so here we go.

'thankyou seniors for helping us in whatever we do, without you, we wouldn't have achieved whatever we have now. thankyou for the being pillars of support and being there whenever we need do. we love you!'

sounds familiar? i'm pretty sure it does.
in my opinion,
what's the stupid fucking point of writing the same old, same old letters to seniors when you know you don't mean a single thing at all and then when she opens up your letter she'll know that it's plastic-fake cause she knows you hate her to the bone for the rest of eternity or something like that.
okay, stupid cliche propoganda drives me up the wall and i have to get this off my chest.

i'm so goddamned tempted to like boycott dance's farewell and give my letters to the seniors whom i will truly write sincere notes to.

we gave up on you already,
sorry.

-A-

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- Sunday, August 1, 2010 @ 10:52 PM

sorry laura, i just read your blog.
i love you too.

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- @ 10:24 PM

i need to learn to be as happy as taylor swift.
she's perpetually smiling for i don't know what reason.

but wait, maybe if i'm a twenty-year old with gorgeous skin and probably twenty closets full of chanel and ralph lauren, 4 grammys sitting in my kitchen and access to like five million dollars or something like that-
maybe i would be happy.

laura!
i know i said i love you and stuff over msn but right now, i feel like stabbing you. your sudden emo-ness has just like jumped striaght into my heart and not even country songs can make me feel any lighter. so much for trying to make you smile.

(the following paragraph is not directing at any intended individual)

you know what, maybe i am sick and tired of being called a bimbo.
and maybe i do care what you actually call me.
and maybe i'm not all that kind, caring, compassionate who takes everything in stride.
and maybe i, algae, moss or barnacle may actually have feelings.

(but this is for someone)

;
the reason why i hate my mother with all my gut sometimes is because she treats me as if i'm fucking invisible and i'm not there and that i don't have feelings and that she can make decisions for me for me entire life.
and maybe that's the reason why i'm hating you right now too.

{i'm your friend, not your daughter.}
{you're my friend, not my remote controller.}

goddd, ihate all these stupid friend-friend problems.
and i guess maybe that's why nerds make friends with calculators,
while i make friends with chemistry textbooks and musical instruments.
cause they'll always be there for you, no matter what.

the education system is so-called hollistic, all-arounded and all that good-morning-propoganda-shit.
we learn physics and trigo and how to construct buildings in an air-con room and leave the piling works and hammering to foreign workers.
we learn how to appreciate emily bronte and charles dickens and perfect grammar and our books are all printed by minimum wage workers from developing countries.
we learn how to create ammonia by the haber process and how our human heart works and yet millions in the world never got to feel what science can actually impact on their lives.
in my opinion, it's downright stupid.
and SEL, where the syllabus setters say hey, i'm teaching you on how to say no to sex and depression.
point taken,
but they never work don't they.
i bet teenagers are like the saddest bunch of people (i've never been through mid-life crisis so maybe i'm biased) in the whole entire friggin world and it gets WORSE, AND WORSE AND WORSE just because-

WE.DON'T.LEARN.HOW.TO.BE.FUCKING.HAPPY.

we learn to be smart,
to be rich,
to be popular, famous and hey-i'm-paris-hilton.

but in the end, we cry ourselves to sleep, kill ourselves with sleeping pills, cut ourselves with razors, i don't know.
and i really feel like not caring.

(you see, laura. you're influential.)

and just a word of thought;
scholars are awesome. they're like awesome classmates, perfect tutors and great friends to talk to. don't discrminate them just because they're what, chinese, indonesian? and everytime they get straight As, you're like 'scholars what, no biggie'.
well, you're wrong then.
cause they're people, and you're a retard.

(and a life of a scholar ain't easy. we all think that it's all red and rosy cause they have brains inflated with like dictionaries and textbooks. but it's not.)

ohgodddd,
i really think i'm either going to panadol myself to sleep or bawl my eyeballs out tonight.
or both.

ben should really appear now,
since denise says that i grin like an idiot when i'm talking to him one-to-one during yog.

i want to learn how to wear contacts.

this post is random and rambling,
-A-

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- @ 12:56 PM

so this practically sums up the state of my facebook wall.
attempted counting the number of 'happy birthday' to show off to my brother but gave up after 46.
but bottom line: thankyou(:

but my fifteenth birthday is probably THE WORST birthday i ever had.

1. i fell asleep waiting for the first birthday sms of the day.
2. and woke up at 1330, thus sleeping half my birthday away.
3. MY SIS FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY. that made me want to cry.
4. MY OLDER BROTHER FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY.
5. and pretty much the rest of my family forgot my birthday.
6. i got scolded on my birthday, apparently my mom doesn't really care about the birthday part.
7. I DIDN'T A KEYBOARD FOR MY BIRTHDAY):
8. and i couldn't spend it with yingyi)))):
9. i ended up spending a large chunk of my birthday with halogens and alkali earth metals.
10. i'm old now.

but obviously,
some people did make me happy.

1. I LOVE MY CHINESE SCHOLAR PARTNER(: she's probably the sweetest person on earth. okay, so her present wasn't any diamond bracelet from tiffany's but it's the thought that counts. i know how much she absolutely hates writing in english and yet she wrote my birthday note in english!
2. thankyou dancers - yingyi, minru, junica, joey... thanks for the 'happy birthday to algae moss barnacle' song and the really sweet and sincere sms-es.
3. thankyou jeremy for the birthday cake.
4. thankyou ben! (not that he'll see this in three thousand years) even though i know facebook alerted him (and probably 99percent of the well-wishers), i'm still elated!
5. taylor swift currently sings a song about me((((:

IT'S FREEZING NOW.
LIKE OMG, i'm wearing two pairs of socks on my feet and the windows are ALL closed.
hot air is supposed to rise, and i live in a flat, so it's supposed to be blistering hot and not like welcome-to-the-artic-circle.
I.HATE.THE.COLD.
AND.THE.WET.

okay, i missed out the spam-blogger-with-taylor's-face thing.
nevermind! next post.

gahhh,there's school tomorrow):

pssst, ILY, laura(:

-A-

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Goodmorning This is the Algae Residences How may I help you,	Autobiography My best friend is the guitar. &I never need boyfriends. I fall in love easily. With random things like country music, vampires,romance novels&colorful pens. To me, Taylor Swift&The Saturdays are awesome. I love little black dresses&scarves. In my spare time, I like to design cards&conduct random science experiments like dipping eggs into acid. Yeah&unlike normal humans, I like science, converging lenses&relative atomic masses included. Secretly, I want to be a doctor& a guitarist on the spy when I grow up. I love nonsense people who make me laugh. &yes, I love inviting people to my house&being invited to other's houses. I hate raindrops, airplanes, Jacob Black&jerks. No, I'd never though that I was smart/gorgeous/talented. I'm just a green colored pond scum. A bitchy one to be precise. P.S My bitchiness is inherited, so beware of my mom. P.S And currently, I'm desperate for a new phone&a pair of flipflops. Indigo'09 1Hcube'08 2HighOnHiccups'09 Modern dancer bolditalicunderline~~strikeout~~	- Sunday, August 29, 2010 @ 9:33 PM yknow what, i give up on the i'm-so-high-and-holy-eradicate-world-poverty thing. tonight, i'm just going to blog stuff just like how a 15year old would. ; obviously i would be jealous. i waited my whole darn life for someone like her and then you just come barging into everything and ruining everything i took months to build within seconds with a touch of your stupid stupid manicured fingers. like you're playing jenga, huh. and don't you dare wriggle your finger at me and say that i'm a spoilt bitch cause i swear, of all the cedarians, i will the last few ever to be classified as a spoilt brat. lastly, friends are not paperballs for you to toss into the wastepaper basket when you're sick of them and pick them up all over again when you think their value has risen. after the next time i'm bringing my guitar to school, i swear i'm never ever going to play my guitar for anyone ever, ever again. cause guess what, i'm not good enough, i'm such a noob piece of shit, and no matter how much passion i have for music, it's never going to cover up the fact that i wasn't born to be a musician. ever. thereby, i should just forget my little little warped up fantasy of moonlighting as a guitarist when i grow up. cause life doesn't have time for people like me. for crappy days like these, cosmetics and all things materialistic wrap me up in a delusional and rose-tinted bubble and send me to a world of pure bliss. makes me wonder, who needs friends when you have money. hence, goal of my life: earn a truckload full of hundred dollar bills. i need my happy pill now. -A- back to the top? - Friday, August 27, 2010 @ 10:12 PM reblogged from laura. funny thing, in geography, we learn about how people in war-torn somalia have no access to clean water and how thousands die of malnutrition and starvation every day. in science, we learn about how climate change, global warming, the depletion of the ozone layer will kill us eventually if we don't stop our irresponsible and self centered manners. in history, we learn about how many innocent lives are at stake because of impending wars and presidents, prime ministers and cabinet members to set each other up against one another. nuclear weapons, bioterrorism, chemical warfare. and yet, we indulge ourselves in the very essence of relationship problems that we deem as life-changing as compared to worldwide current affairs, the vicious cycle of poverty developing nations can't shake off, the threat of man abusing science to use it as a one-way ticket to world domination. friends. good friends. bad friends. best friend. boyfriends. girlfriends. mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers. sometimes, i think that it's really silly, immature and shallow of us. and funny thing is, after i blogged a i-am-a-a-spoilt-bitch-who-wants-a-country-cd-badly, here am i pretending to be profound (that's pretty much what everyone will think right? splashing science terms and copy and paste stuff from newspaper all over my blog.) your definition of act-smart. hence, someone needs to remind me the next time i lament about how bad canteen food tastes, complain about some cedarian, scream from the rooftops that i hate my cca, make a face when my math teacher gives homework. people are dying out there. people lose their limbs, their sight, their hearing. people are wheeled into morgues every second. people go to sleep hungry, tired and cold. i need to learn how to count my blessings. and yknow what, I TRY. i actually do. i paste this big fat a3 size drawing block on my wardrobe so everytime i pick out a piece of clothing, i see the goddamned huge sign that says 'GO PRACTICE DANCE. NOW.' i watch so you think you can dance. i look at my primary school ballet costumes and think, 'i love dance. i love dance. you know you really do. you have this undescribable burning fiery red passion for dance. you want to be a dancer when you grow up' do i really look as if i want to walk into the studio twice a week, watch my grossly shaped body in the mirror twisting, curving, moving, listen to the teacher scold, point out and humiliate. i pysch myself into embracing dance. i try. i really, really do try. -A- back to the top? - @ 9:26 PM art for nerds. (but goshhh, i don't know those compounds!) (it makes me sad when i don't know something.) wednesday: 1. dance was bearable. barely bearable. and that was like most probably because of the fact that i wanted to get stuff done and over with so i could play my guitar after dance. ohwell. 2. laoshi talked to the sec3s and told us that everytime she scold us... okay, wait. what's that chinese proverb. smacking is a way of showing affection and scolding is a way of showing love. direct translation. can go rack your brains for the chinese proverb. 3. yeah, and apparently i was the 'oh, you since sec1 until now like abit the no improvement one' kind of dancer. and laoshi was like 'don't give up, as long you have the passion for dance, you can do it, blah, blah, blah' 4. sighs thursday: 5. sad life of a triple science kid who does trigo graph homework in sahara desert like conditions after school. friday: 6. yay. i think i'm going to fail my chinese spelling. 7. went teachers day gift shopping with eugenia and youpay. but didn't get anything except for bubble tea. 8. AND I ATE FRIES. GOSHHH. 9. AND KFC CHICKENNNNN!!! (if you have geog lessons with tyh, you will understand why i'm thoroughly grossed out that i ate fast food today cause she shows videos of crippled KFC chicken being stamped by farm workers and how if you leave your macs french fries for two months in a bell jar, it will not decompose. it's like plastic.) ; sometimes i feel as if i'm not good enough to be called 'your friend'. maybe i'm too stupid. maybe i'm not talented enough in sketching physics graph. maybe you'd prefer a friend who knows the atomic relative masses of 30elements at the back of her hand. or maybe i'm not pretty. maybe you like someone like really deep-set eyes, delicate nose, soft lips, high cheekbones, nice brows, soft brunette hair. maybe you prefer friends who are a dress size smaller than me. maybe i'll make a better friend if i go through total face reconstruction. and liposuction. and botox. and lip fillers. or maybe i'm not popular enough. maybe i should swtich bodies with socialites. or pray to angels in heaven that when i wake up overnight i will have three thousand friends on facebook, or that i'm blond and pretty paris hilton, or i'm some multi-talented yog athlete that everyone wants to take a picture with. maybe that will make you happy. or maybe i'm a horrible dancer with substandard techniques and has flexbility that can only be plotted under the x-axis on a piece of graph paper. maybe i should go take up ballet, jazz, hip hop, latin, tango, ballroom. maybe you like someone who's cool and awesome and pull off crazy cheerleading stunts. or maybe i'm the bitchiest person alive and you cannot stand me. maybe i should stop rolling my eyes. i will stop using profanities once and for all. maybe you can pour sulphuric acid on me whenever i start complaining how annoying other people are. maybe i'll just shut my trap up and adopt a kind and compassionate heart from some dead person who did a few gazillion good deeds before he died. or maybe i'm just me, and you think that being with me sucks. on a lighter note, I.FOUND.LIKE.THE.MOST.COMPREHENSIVE.EVER.SOLUBILITY.TABLE!!!!! (okay, laura will be like 'NERD!!!!' at her iphone now.) BUTTTTT, it's 21 pages long and it covers rhubidium iodide to silver vandate to chromium oxide! it practically covers every single thing known to mankind. but then again, how am i supposed to memorise a 21page long solubility table? (i still think i should print that crazy crazy bonkus solubility table out. at least my mom would think that i'm hardworking and i'm attempting like the most difficult chemistry feat ever to memorize the solubility of at least nine hundred elements/compounds and yeah.) on a even lighter note, AHHHH!!! I WANT TO THE BUY THE DIAMOND PACKAGE FOR TAYLOR SWIFT'S UPCOMING ALBUM, SPEAK NOW. it contains the speak now cd, a speak now bracelet with lyrics of 'mine' engraved on it, a special note from taylor swift, and a limited edition, signed and frame litography from the one and only, taylor swift!!!!! IT'S THE MOST PERFECT THING IN THE WORLD EVERRR. except for the fact that it 99 US dollars. on a hydrogen-light note, I LOVE LOVE LOVE TAYLOR SWIFT!!!! I WANT TO FLY TO AMERICA RIGHT NOW AND SIT IN WAL-MART STARING AT THE TELEVISION SCREEN AT THE ELECTRONIC SECTION AND WATCH THE CMA AWARDS WHERE TAYLOR SWIFT REVEALS HER LATEST MUSIC VIDEO MINE. and apparently, i wouldn't be able to watch it in singapore thanks TO THE FRICKIN' GREENWICH MEANTIME (geography, guys!). america is 15hours behind time compared to my lovely motherland. that means even though is 27th august now, the day of the premeire, i can only watch it after 10am tomorrow. FML. i suddenly don't feel like going for the YOG barbeque tomorrow. i don't know why. must be some nerd syndrome bubbling inside me cause i have this strong urge to study math since endyears are coming and despite being labelled as a nerd, i have not started mugging. and plus i can save 8bucks by not going. and gain 7hours of study time in return. (should i back out) -A- back to the top? - Tuesday, August 24, 2010 @ 5:29 PM let's see, so i'm an escapism-er? yingyi; obviously you don't see me loner-ing cause i kind of need to be alone to be loner. wait, does that even make sense? no. it doesn't. but i'm a loner! i talk to inanimate objects. classic example my trigo notes. 'okayyy, so you move the cosine graph up by 1 then what happens to the bloody amplitude... uh-huh, then the maximum point will be...' and the px will be like 'SHUT UP. STOP TALKING TO YOUR NOTES'. okay, so talking to non-living stuff doesn't make you a loner. it makes you a retard. it makes you insane. it makes you eligible to join the asylum. but i'm loner-able. like i know some people that like feed on friends on facebook and their social connections and being a social butterfly is vital. like how breathing is vital. so i won't exactly die without friends like the whole world can just decide to protest and declare war on me and everyone starts to dao me and miss chin doesn't want to answer my linear law questions (it's okay! i have ace-learning! hah.) and yy suddenly decides that i'm a big fat bitch and talking to me was like the worst decision made ever. terrible life, yes, but i'll just shut myself in my bubble and sing taylor swift songs. i won't desperate, i won't beg my friends, i never do that. i'm THAT stubborn, i don't apologise unless i really, really, really treasure the person. but on the other hand, i cannot imagine living a life without laura! HAHA. like i think i totally died cause there was like 9days i had to go like laura-less. and i was sad): cause i think laura's like my happy pill. she makes me happy. and the littlest things that she do that makes me happy for like 3days straight in the row. yay. okay, so let's do this right. i shall blog about what normal people blog about. uhhh, so today was a better than average day? laoshi and tyh was in an awesome mood so yay? maths was fun cause i think i understood what was happening. recess was fun with laura winks after school was AWESOME with rachel, laura and joycelyn. like we just sat there and laughed over nothing. i braided laura's hair. joycelyn's painted laura's nails with colored markers. ohlord, all the things that we do. then cabbed with joycelyn and krystal to united square. like i don't know for what reason. i thought novena was like nearer to my house cause i don't know, now thinking about it, there was no rationale behind it. but in the end, after blasting krystal's money on made in candy, i decided to walk home to save money. EPIC FAIL. i walked out of the mall and into the sun and chased the bus57 cause the sun was like GODDDD, what does global warming do to the sun? make it like 28383494042 times bigger? if not then why is it so hotttttt? so i took the bus home in the end. now, random things off my mind. i don't know. i feel random now. i think sweets make me cuckoo. and i finished half of my made in candy before i typed this. so yeah. 1. i'm praying that i get fullmarks for my chinese spelling even though i studied half an hour before it. 2. i'm praying that tyh won't storm into the class saying 'ELGENIA WONG TIEN MIN, WHY YOU NEVER HAND IN YOUR TUTORIAL ESSAY!!!!!' cause i really didn't and i don't know where did it go already. 3. same with chinese. I DON'T KNOW WHERE IS MY HOMEWORK. like hello, mr. homework, did you grow wings and decide to become like a chicken or something. NO, PLEASE DON'T. or are you like some 7th month ghost in disugise? again, NOOO. please stay as my homework. your help is greatly appreciated. 4. where is my mom. i just realized the house is deserted? did she grow wings and fly away too? i'm pretty sure she's not a ghost cause ghosts don't buy me green tea when i whine over the phone for it. 5. i want to sleep cause i'm so tired. oh no, wait. my mom had this hilarious conversation with vanessa cause i didn't save vanessa's number (sorry, sorry, sorry!) and then my mom thought that she was her boss or something like that-.- maybe that's where i inherited my blondness from. genetics, naturally. oh, my mom's back! i think she went to burn the paper. it's the special kinds with silver squares in the middle or the fake money which i stole from the packet when i was young and attempted to use it to pay for food, i think? yeah, stupid kid. they're building the downtown line outside my house and it's frickin' noisy and polluted and dusty. but they're building like a new train station and my house will be now the station where the annoying voice over the PA system will say: 'next station, little india, passengers can alight and change to the north east line'. HAHA,so cool. instead of being a purple dot on the train map, it's now a white circle! yay! upgrade! (fyi, chinese can stay in little india too if you're wondering) seafood are food that grow in the sea. thus chicken is groundfood. okay, it doesn't sound as funny as compared to when joycelyn, rachel, laura and me were making fun of food. ): if you buy me a keyboard/piano, i will cry for you to see. -A- back to the top? - Monday, August 23, 2010 @ 8:51 PM i forgot what i wanted to blog about. i had planned it all in my head on the train already but apparently my stupid, stupid brain forgot everything. oh, i know i wanted to say that the walk from the mrt to school is very long. i sang three taylor swift songs the whole way through and i think the residents thought that i was a mad woman cause i went to school at 9am and it was deserted? okay, so the point is: i walk alot everyday. and i should sing taylor swit songs to keep me happy. i think i should change my name from miss rubidium to like miss argon or krypton or some stupid, stupid noble loner gas. being a loner is fun, seriously. the things i did that made me happy today- 1. singing mine, love story and should've said no on the way to school! like i was just singing - no, cross that out, i was contributing to noise pollution but whatever - and the people were staring at this crazy, crazy cedarian. 2. doing trigo graphs! i think i'm falling in love with trigo. it's such a beautiful subject. okay, i'm officially crazy. what happened to the rebellious kid who didn't do her linear law homework? now she changed into a trigo-loving nerd who just labelled math as something beautiful. oh, save me. (but trigo graphs are still fun) 3. eating carrots during dinner today! i think i'm going to turn into an annoying orange sooner or later cause i ate like 2938748292 baby carrots during YOG and it was a product of the 3I kias just dumping all their veggies to me and i turned into a rabbit-.- but i likes carrots anyway. 4. blogging makes me happy. 5. oh! and i watched the super drama taiwanese show. LOVE! HAHA, that's the name of it. i(L)the show. i think i should really turn into a loner and make my textbooks my only friends cause i'm sorry, i'm really sick and tired of trying to like people but failing cause i'm such a bitch anyway, sick and tired of seeing my friends change/transform/and i-forgot-what's-that-name-of-the-process-of-a-eeky-caterpillar-changing-into-butterfly thing, too lazy to wiki it. but yes, you get it. i'm sick and tired of being a lousy friend, those who are stuck with me half the time. i wished i could do more but i'm sorry. and non-living things like guitars and youtube and chemistry textbooks make awesome friends cause they don't backstab you, they don't go through metamorphosis (yess,that's the word!) and transform from a ordinary looking kid into a pink power ranger overnight. they stay by your bedside in the middle of night when you have nightmares, they won't add fuel to your troubles when you had a bad day of school, they would reject you and say 'sorry, my boyfriend's more important' when you're crying. and they don't disagree to whatever you say. okay yeah whatever. i'm not thinking straight today so you can ignore whatever i typed there cause the wires in my mind are not exactly connected properly today. like hello, i'm studying cosine graphs on the ace-learning website. that's like, oh god, nerdy? i want to be pretty. like taylor swift pretty, angelina jolie classy, megan fox sexy and flawlessly gorgeous. like i can turn up in school everyday like how blake lively would turn up on the red carpet. i want to be smart. like i want to win three nobel prizes in my entire lifetime and get some super uber cool prize cause no one has ever done that in their life. i want to be on forbes' top40 highest earning billionares and i want to donate money to haiti earthquakes not because i'm kind and compassionate but it lands your name on new york times. i want to be cool, awesome, popular, famous and lovable. (all the good things rolled in together) i want to have a best friend. but sometimes, stuff just don't go your way, do they? oh and yes, i realized i need to clear up some stuff. is there such a word as a doublescience-wannabe or something like that? if there isn't, like let me invent that term. i'm not trying to act cool, act popular, act pretty, act smart, act florence nightingale kind and compassionate and loving, act nice, act idk. i can't act for one thing that's why i'm in dance and not drama. so yes, i'm not a bitch who walks into 3I, shakes hands with everybody else like hello, i'm barrack obama, attention here like puh-lease. like no, no, no, and lastly, no. for everyone's kind and considerate attention, i'm not exactly integrating into my new sec3 class even though like it's going to be september and blah blah blah, oac is supposed to foster strong covalent-like bonds with you and your classmates. that's not happening. remember what happened between me and non-living stuff? this happens when your class is like ultimate muggers, smartasses who don't need to study for the heck of their lives, quiet, guai kia people who think that handing homework in late is like the sin of the century. (okay, i'm exaggerating, but the message is through and through everyone's brain right) YES, SO THAT'S WHAT HAPPEN. I HAVE LIKE WHAT NO FRIENDS IN MY CLASS? NOW, I SOUND LIKE A STUPID WHINY PRIMARY SCHOOL BITCH. 'MUMMEEEE, I HAVE NO FRIENDS'. okay whatever, enough said, if some people still think that way, fine by me then. (ohwait, rewind. i define friends as true friends. not friends that i only talk to because i don't know how to do my math homework, friends i talk to during recess cause i'm bored out of my mind and if i don't interact with people, i'm probably die that minute cause i'm like an insane kid with hyperactive mouth muscles, i'm sorry, sorry, sorry. so no offence if any of my classmates read this, i don't hate you.) 'i don't fit in' doesn't even cover it. frickin' understatement. cry myself to sleep tonight! cause i don't know why. i fall aslseep faster that way. and i won't wake up in the middle of the night at 3am half-crying the wits out of myself because i've had a bad, bad nightmare and i don't dare to tell anyone cause i'm like fifteen! taylor swift sings a song about me and i shouldn't such a kid and tell my mom i've had a bad dream. or that i can't breathe halfway while sleeping and wake up wheezing for twenty minutes non-stop. thankyou. end of speech. -A- back to the top? - Sunday, August 22, 2010 @ 10:24 AM this is the reason why they invented the guitar. it's not just perfect, this is flawless. back to the top? - Saturday, August 21, 2010 @ 10:08 PM YY! THIS IS FOR YOU(: SO CUTE RIGHT? yay! today is a happy day! (except for the fact that i didn't do any homework or study at all so tmr is major chionging day) went out with yy, jynnlin and suyu to FLEA(: it was an eye-opening experience cause i found out that jynnlin's like a MAJOR BUDGET SHOPPER! like who buys rompers at 4bucks and flats at 3bucks and shirts for her sister at 2bucks? EVERYTHING'S UNDER 5DOLLARS. i should totally learn from her. and suyu's a major 'aiyah, got discount or not'. the way she haggles with the shopowner is majorly cute until the shopower cannot tahan her just give her the price that she wants. and yy. she's the 'should i buy, or not. SHOULD I BUY? maybe won't look nice on me...'. anyways, it was a fun day(: bought new shoes! LAURA MY LOVE, THIS FOR YOU(: ilove being retarded and dumb and your channel for entertainment half the time on our totally-don't-make-sense msn messages. at least i'm satisfying and pleasurable too! HAHAHAHA, that sounds totally wrong. but yay! i can't wait to sit next to you during geog lecture on monday, heck the teachers who think we're gay. stay strong, darling(: {love the things you do} i stood outside a store for 4whole minutes just because it was playing 'you belong with me'. -.- gahhh, you know what i hate? people who pinch their fats and proclaim that they're oprah-winfrey-fat and that they should go on a water and vegetable diet and should stop breathing cause they don't know if oxygen contains calories or not. (this is not directed at my beloved yy and krystal, two of you have like world's worst attempted diets and YET still can stay so skinny!) 'I AM ON A DIET!' ten minutes later with a big plate of food... 'i thought you were on diet?' 'HECK CARE.' ohgodddd, krystal, you're the best. ohhhh, i have YOG tmr(: which translates into being able to see HOT HOT HOT ATHLETES. 'EHHHH, NURIN! THAT ONE THERE, VERY HOT RIGHT?' 'where? where? that blond guy?' 'NOOOO. THE GURLLL.' HAHAHAHA,apparently, i have an obession with hot blond athletes (actually any hair will do) with mesmerizing deepset eyes who smile at pathetic basket party people like me and YY. and the russians ARE ONE HUNDRED PERCENT G TO THE O TO THE R-G-E-O-U-S. I.AM.IN.A.DILEMMA. should i save up 300bucks and blast it on a 16GB itouch OR splurge on a keyboard since my mom thinks that i have no talent should not waste her salary on my pathetic games. (i have no idea, seriously) OHAND... one more reason to be happy today! i think my auntie's a horrible liar. i think she forgot my birthday and bought this like SUPER DUPER belated birthday cake for me. today's the 21st august. it's like 3weeks late. but whatever, it's the thought that counts(: but she didn't want to admit that she forgot my birthday, and so she said 'OHH, THIS IS TO CELEBRATE YOUR HARD WORK YOU PUT INTO YOG'. so sweet can. and she's so blur. she ordered the wrong ice-cream cake. apparently, my bro told her that i liked high school musical but somehow i ended up with race cars on my cake-.- &my sister in law bought me chocolate crossiants! YAY! ohgodddd, as i'm typing this, i keep scrolling up to the very top to that DAMN CUTE JAR OF NUTELLA. walau, so cute! yy! be happy i'm giving it to you(: maybe i can like attempt to sew that for your birthday. !!!! but i failed my sewing in sec1-.- 4outof10. EPIC FAILURE. I.FAILED.MY.CHINESE.TEST.UNSURPRISINGLY. 6DAYS TO THE PREMIERE OF TAYLOR'S SWIFT LATEST MUSIC VIDEO ON MTV. ARGH!!!! TIME, FLY FASTER PLEASE! did you watch the sneak peak i posted. WALAU. DAMN COOL(: today is a damn happy post! -A- back to the top? - Friday, August 20, 2010 @ 6:15 PM OH MY OH MY OH MY OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS ME!!! IT'S TAYLOR SWIFT!!!!!! (love the way she screamed at the boy, even when she's angry, she looks one hundred percent gorgeous) spazzzzzz -A- back to the top? - Wednesday, August 18, 2010 @ 9:49 PM chronicles of algae (my sad sad boring life) 1. I FAILED MY MATH PROFICIENCY TEST))): okay, so much for thinking that my math grades have taken for a better turn. 2. YAY YAY YAY! DIDN'T GO FOR DANCE TODAY(: and instead i spent the whole time at ngee ann poly with krystal ogling at the cute cute ferrari girl. so funnn with a capital f. OH! AND I WON THE LUCKY DRAW. HAHA,sounds so auntie. but it beats sticking around in school and watched your ego being beaten by your dance teacher. 3. I SNUCK INTO THE SCHOALR'S HOSTEL LAST SUNDAY(((: awesome or awesome. betcha didn't know they had a swimming pool(woah). 4. LOVE LOVE LOVE KRYSTAL! i'm like her dump for second-hand stuff(: 5. TMR GOT YOG. SO SAD LIFE BUT WHATEVER CAN SEE KRYSTAL/YY/DENISE/YX!!! and like tons and tons of people. i hate people who judge other people based on their looks. like okay, FINE, I KNOW, EVERYBODY JUDGES EVERYBODY ELSE LIKE CHOOSING A BOOK BY LOOKING AT THE BOOK COVER ONLY. YEAH FIRST IMPRESSION WHATEVER DUDE. but this is like equating a pretty face to a PERFFFECT PERSON. like okay, she has nice eyes, a straight nose, and perfect curvy lips. THUS SHE'S A GOOD PERSON, SHE HAS A PERFECTLY GOOD HEART, SHE WILL BE THE BEST PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE, SHE TELLS THE WORLD'S MOST WONDERFUL JOKES. hello, wake up. (krystal, you're definitely prettier. LIKE I REASSURE YOU 392395483TIMES. okay, so maybe taylor swift is prettier than you. BUT YOU'RE STILL VERY PRETTY) okay, sometimes i'm really sick and tired of all this shit. like the only way i can prove myself is through not so wonderful grades. and people still think it's not enough. SO WHAT DO YOU EXACTLY WANT? my organs? sure, rip my skin, tear me apart, take a tablespoon to scoop my corneas out, wear latex gloves to dig my heart about from in between the ribs. want a partially functioning liver (hopefully not spoilt by liver cirrhosis)? GRAB IT. TAKE IT. FOR FREE. want a leg? want a toe? want hair for your next month's hair extensions. FINE BY ME. cause that's all i can offer? want anything else? i'm sorry, go find someone else. OCD. aka obessive compulsion disorder. in grey's anatomy, they said everyone has a form of obessive compulsive disorder. it's just whether you show it to the world or not, whether you lay it on your skin for everyone else to look/view/judge you or you choose to hide it, fix a fence to separate you from the world. laura said i'm a very different person when i blog. i don't know why either. maybe me and the rest of the world don't see stuff using the same eyballs. like we're never on the same page. and maybe i'm just like living in my own delusional bubble thinking that people acctually care but no, everyone else is just self-centered and thinks i'm not sane, alright. but whatever, jane morgan never cared about what people said. she was smart, she was nerdy, she wasn't the richest in her LA school. but she made it out in the end. she climbed the ranks, she bashed those complacent guys up, she showed the whole world what she was made of. that's who i want to be. i want to prove it to the whole entire frickin world that in the end, i'm not just an empty bimbo eggshell. I.WANT.TO.QUIT.DANCE. would have if i didn't need those stupid CCA points. like if i were slightly smarter to take 3rd language. -A- back to the top? - Tuesday, August 17, 2010 @ 10:09 PM ALGAE.DO.NOT.GROW.ON.ROCKS. (that's moss, my middle name) ALGAE.DO.NOT.KILL.FISHES. (okay,maybe they do but i like to think that they don't) ALGAE.IS.AWESOME. (not me, my distant green pond scum cousins are the one-way ticket to solve the world's ballooning demands for cleaner fuel. YAY! and we are your keys to shut the doors of climate change, carbon dioxide suckers ftw) (and YAY! i have a wikipedia page about myself) "how do you pronounce t-u-m-b-l-r?" "TOMB-BLUR." HAHAHAHAHA.EPIC. so you pronounce 'dumb' as DOOM-B. and you pronounce 'bum' as BOOM. okay, now, i'm being retarded. spent the whole afternoon in 3I with yy, margie and wanxin and their english debate and my failed attempt to finish my chinese homework. blond margie, yy and her obbession with hippopotamus and zebras and cats and dogs, me and yy spazzing over our childhood memories about non-living objects, margie thinking that she's the only sane one, wanxin and crystal turning 3I into a zoo, nurin the i-don't-care-prefect that ignored me and yy's picnic and GLEE-ING! bottom line: fun. sometimes, i feel as if i fit in with the 3I people better than my own classmates. GODDD, today's english debate was freaking scary, i think yy's paranoid-ness is like diffusing into me or something like that. OR ELSE WHY AM I SO SCARED. IT'S JUST A DEBATE. GO UP THERE AND TALK RUBBISH, ATTEMPT TO IMPRESS A CLASS OF NERDS AND PRAY THAT YOU GET AN A. DON'T CARE ABOUT THE BEST-SPEAKER AWARDS OR THAT YOUR OPPONENTS ARE LIKE 4SMART-ASSES. i was shivering - no, cancel that, SHAKING. as if there was an earthquake triggered inside me or like i got parkinson's disease or i was attempting to make bubble tea or i was standing on the artic circle in a bikini. but thankgod, i didn't screw up as much as i thought i would. I NEED A PROPER 8HOURS OF SLEEP. like seriously. firstly, it was late-night rubbish i did on the worldwideweb. then came the insonmia that kept me up till the wee hours of the morning and now it's haunting, recurring nightmares. what i dream of: all i see a youtube browser and a video's playing. images and clips of people falling, people dying, buildings collapsing, blood alot of blood, ruptured intestines, alot of crying and groaning and moaning. everything's moving at the speed of light. it's seems so surreal yet so realistic. and i kept clicking on the pause button but it never stopped. it just got faster, and faster, and faster. AND POP, YOU WAKE UP. and cannot go bed again cause you're freaked the hell out of your own mind and you're so paranoid (again, yy's masterpiece of diffusion) that you'll fall asleep and never wake up again. but i don't want to die yet. i haven't completed the things i want to do with my pathetic, wasted life. i haven't gone to america. (things to do before i die: SHOP AT WAL-MART/MACYS) i haven't met taylor swift in the flesh. i haven't visited nashville, the heart of country music. i haven't loved someone through and through yet. I HAVEN'T GOTTEN MY A1 FOR CHEM,BIO AND PHYSICS IN OLEVELS. (i've been studying, dreaming of this day. working so hard, reading stupid thick, thick textbooks and you're denying me of this chance to hold my certificate?! NO MAAAAAN) so, no, i can't die yet. to end everything on a happy and un-emo-culture-i-think-i'm-going-to-die-mood, TAYLOR SWIFT'S LATEST MUSIC VIDEO IS COMING OUT IN 8DAYS. SCREAMS yay, yay, yay, yay. okay, so maybe that only makes me happy. yy; HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.too bad! i'm not going to remove your epic english rebuttal paragraph(((((: krystal; READ THIS! okay, so i know it's going to take me a gazillion years to attempt to do a card as nice as yours (the reason why i'm not in art) and to lift my hand to write a proper reply to your chio chio chio birthday card, so i figured i'll be better off typing a thankyou letter for you. {thank you for everything you've done for me despite all the shit we've been through. i really miss the times we were so close together where we just wander around singapore (especially boonkeng) , looking for something to do, failure study dates after chionging to the library in a taxi but ended up eating and eating and sharing deepest, darkest secrets and our insecurites over late-night msn messages. thankyou for giving me all your stuff; like the clinique bag with miraculously poof-ed away and the handphone! if you hadn't given it to me and i hadn't lost it, you would be stuck with a better phone. thankyou for accepting and attempting to live with my annoying ways like me persuading you to let me kiss you after yx bashed your face up during cheer. you're worth the fight, worth everything i may have to go though to keep you as a friend and lastly, thankyou for being my friend too even though we're both screwed up and flawed in our very own ways} i realize that you'll never see me or krystal talking to each other like that or even saying ILY to each other. we give each other violent hugs and pretend to be really freaked out when we see each other and to me, that's all i really need. it's like the littlest things like these that makes me happy. ILY, KRYSTAL(: role model of the day: krystal lim. she doesn't give up. she has the tenacity worth looking up to. she maintains the strongest front even though she's breaking inside. AND SHE'S GOOD IN MATH WITHOUT HAVING TO STUDY-.- i(L)ssgeog lectures, the only time when i can hang out with two best contact-lenses wearing friends(((: laura lim and foong yy. (: oh and did i ever mention. TYH IS SUPER CUTE. both of us are scared of butterflies, like WHEEEEE. goshhh, she's really very cute and i'm not mentally retarded okayyyy. happy i got her as a geog teacher(: shit, but i haven't done my geog tutorial question homework yet. lovelovelove, -A- back to the top? - Sunday, August 15, 2010 @ 2:00 PM of all the kind of guys i hate, number one is the chauvinistic and the act-cool-buay-cool. and even if you're the hottest person in the whole wide world and all red-blooded women swoon at the sight of you, i'm so sorry. 'fuckyou' same old, same old. (i think i prefer the vulgar me over the happy-see-the-world-in-rose-tinted-glasses me) miss hypocritical; you wouldn't even know that this is about you. you broke the pact, you joined the cult. you became the very essence of the kind of people i hated. thankyou very much for ruining everything with your fucking bullshit. you know maybe it's the end of YOG that's driving me so crazed and insane, cause there will be no more fun practices with the fun people. now it's back to the bitch nagging at us with our 'fucking bad techniques' and 'we're fucking senior dancers already so we should oh-so-perfect, oh-so-marvellously-flexible and we must set a brilliant example for all to follow' i'd rather quit syf to join urban drum crew than to sit through 6 torturous hours of dance every week. (the only reason i'm holding back is because of olevels, the ultimatum) cause even when we were under pressure during yog, two weeks for 4people with zero musical background to learn and memorize 3pages worth of drumming scores and to perform in front of the 27thousand-strong crowd, no one bossed us around. no one gave up on us (and we were incredibly slow at learning) no one made us feel as if we're so fucking horrible that we should just go jump off the cliff and bade goodbye to the world because we couldn't do any fucking thing right. we just practiced, practiced and practiced. staring at crumpled score sheets, air-drumming with rain and wind against our faces and everything else. thankyou udc. (not that they will ever read this but this is for people to know that drumming and cymbal-clapping beats cedar dance a gazillion times anytime, anyday) thankyou ian and yongqiang for believing in us even though we thought we could never make it. thankyou yongqiang for doing your best to make sure that your horrible drumming students learnt the correct things using the wackiest things in the universe to make lessons less of a chore. thankyou glorian for coaching me and eleanor even though i think you felt like vommitting blood cause our standard- no wait! there's no standard at all. yeah, thankyou. thankyou everyone in chinese drumming (for those that i don't like and those who don't like me) for making chinese drumming such a memorable expereience even though i thought i'd never be clad in such ancient cheena costume drumming a chinese drum 5storeys above ground. thankyou; and what do you see in dance- given a whole dictionary full of profanities in sixty languages, i don't even think it'll be enough. at least people like yy have a passion for dance but me, i think i have a stronger passion for trigo than dance. to me, once a teacher stops believing in a student, i don't think that by any chance, he or she should call himself or herself a teacher. and if we give up on a friend, it's the end. the last thread's broken. the last shimmer of hope is lost. but sometimes it's not that easy to give up, even though it hurts like fucking hell half the time. ; you say that you're a terrible friend, but i think i'm worse. i'm a wreck. a bitch at the point of no return, an addict who can no longer turn back. i'm so fucked up and i'm so sorry you're stuck with me. welcome back, emo culture. i've missed you. (just a note. i'm against cedar dance, not dancers. some of my juniors are like the world's most hilarious comedians, the world's best innocent-turn-sluts and the most awesome people i've ever met.) -A- back to the top? - Friday, August 13, 2010 @ 8:25 PM THE BIG DAY... we've been training for this since march, all the crazy trainings at some ulu pandan camp, complaining about food, slacking half the time, groaning when the instructors say 'one more time', making fun of the NS men and the ACS I guys, playing captains ball, singing on the bus and just being retarded half the time. i wouldn't say i'm in love in with YOG but i'm surely going to miss the ponning school and dance(especially!) part when 14th august comes to a end. okay, so if you had no idea what i was talking about- the dancers are performing in the YOG opening ceremony tomorrow and you can catch us on the live telecast that starts at 8pm. we're performing in the item called origins(if you wanted to know) and the welcome ceremony(celine,yy,me and eleanor!) (and now, i sound like the voice-over on tv. 'catch barbie as the princess and the pauper every saturday at 9am, only on channel something') 'just do it' the education system here has taken nike's famous tagline for a slight little twist. 'don't care if you like it or not, just do it' we just had our english timed assignment on writing rebuttal paragraphs. and we had to write that we agree that mother tongue should be made a compulsary subject, that we agree that children completes a marriage and that we agree that the emo culture is harmful for present day teenagers. and of which NONE of them do i fucking agree with. i'm pretty sure that ninety percent of us with functioning brains would forgo taking mother tonuge. seriously. i wrote in my timed assignment that developing nations such as china and india were rising and by taking mother tongue, it would be a boost for the economy and blah blah blah. but hello, do we look as if we care? children complete a marriage - that just sounds wrong to me. i'm anti-people-below-six-who-wail-whine-scream-and-look-ugh-to-me. give birth to a kid? i'd rather take drugs. and emo culture, the very thing that sends all of us spinning into whirpools of depression as we begin cutting oursevles with razors and penknives alike. what more can i say. and now, i sound like a totally socially irresponsible teenager. ohfuckinghell,whatever. something happy to wedge in between all the misgivings- THANKYOU KRYSTAL! LOVE BOTH YOU AND MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT LOADS! MUACKS HAHAH, you're cringing away from your computer screen now. totally predicted. thankyou cherie for the present today. literally and figuratively, it was really sweet of you. yingyi; 'raping is caused by men who yearn for sexual contact.' your famous last words(: goodluck for tomorrow and stop being paranoid, you noble gas! HAHA,miss helium. laura; i realized you and yingyi are the most mentioned names on my blog, like far more times than taylor swift? be honored, darling. HAHA,miss platinum. i'm an alkali metal(: rubidium sounds cool. -A- back to the top? - Tuesday, August 10, 2010 @ 11:39 PM "However, this tendentious mindset about the Sciences and the Humanites has to change." i can't stand this. i'm like writing a fucking paragraph on why the studies of humanities is more important than sciences when i'm like a strong believer of newton's third law and etc. no offence to people who are in love with humanities, but science is the root of living. no one turns to literature or hitler when their daughter is dying of lung cancer. (but then again, i'm not saying that triple science kids are evidently more intellectual, i'm just saying that sciences are just more important. you can study history and still be the world's smartest person.) my mom's a humanities freak (she failed her sciences and her math, whaddya expect) so when i told that i totally hated my english debate paragraph. and she said, 'oh so you're all for the cloning and using nuclear explosives to bomb the whole world right?' and i said, 'cloning can save lives. nuclear energy supplies 14percent of the world's energy. what's wrong?' 'then let me ask you, money or love?' 'money. cash and credit cards and stock dividends are the roots of life. who needs love? you don't eat love, breathe love, use love to pay for your grocery bills or your taxes or your hospital bills after a crazy attempt of chasing the love of your life.' 'why are you so like that?' 'materialistic? realistic? cause i'm cool like that.' i think my mom's angry with me now. but whatever, i'm a money-lover. argh, there's goddamned stupid school tomorrow. only perk: i'm skipping half of school and i get to see my laura. yay. dang, there's chinese test. pfftttt. goodnight world. -A- back to the top? - @ 6:03 PM oh for the love of the stupid things we used to do, okay, this is so going to be a mindless rambling post because i used all my braincells on something non-homework-related and i absolutely have no mood to swtich off the internet and focus on my chinese paper. so i'm going to list down the reasons that MAKE me a nerd and those that DON'T MAKE me one- 1. wikiepedia's my holy grail website. it's like i CANNOT survive without it. like to hell with the wikipedia is not accurate shit, it's my baby. it's my perfect solution when my chemistry teachers talk alien during classes, when i have a burning retarded question like who invented contacts and where i fast-forward the whole of glee season1 by reading everything on wikiepdia.com/glee 2. i am insane about med stuff. like i'll look up at laura's face and tell her that she has extensive capillary network that is visible on her face and when i go home i research on it and tell over msn that she has couperose. (which is probably why she kept on calling me NERD over msn and thus this post) 3. i read science shit. introduction to killer diseases, 101 common aliments you should know about, desert vegetation and dinosaurs. 4. part of my youtube viewing history includes stuff like 'alkali metals reaction with water' , 'francium-the most explosive metal in the world?' , 'the mole song' and 'how are waterfalls formed'. 5. i have fugly black glasses. on the other hand, 1. (okay, this is going to be so random but i bet no one knows how the word 'nerd' came about like i don't think people back in the 17th century uses the word nerd but yeah, the word nerd was actually spelt as knurd, which if you are smart enough would realize it's the opposite of drunk and it was supposedly used to refer to people who studied instead of partied. and i got this from wiki. dang, more nerd points) but that whole bracket-bracket thing has relation to why i'm nerd, imma in lurve el-co-hall. so i fall into the 'drunk' category and not 'knurd'. 2. i'm insanely blond. i break my guitar strings when i talk to people on msn and has to spend 3hours to fix with with one-third of time crawling on floor trying to find the pin that fell off from the guitar. 3. i suck at math. classic example: fell asleep while reading the amath textbook during lunch. (okay, so maybe i'm a nerd cause i read the amath textbook?) 4. i read seventeen instead of nat geo these days! proud grin 5. i'm not smart. conclusion: i'm a half-nerd. and i totally don't see the rationale of typing the last few hundreds of words cause all i did was just to waste my time. i'm a bad name-r. i'm that kind of people who spends thirty minutes on an english composition homework only to come up with a name like jane and tiffany. bottom line: i think if i ever adopt kids next time, i'll probably pick a number and refer to the periodic table and take the name of the element with the corresponding atomic number. 'what name do you want to be placed on the birth certificate?' 'give me a number.' 'what?' 'just call any number, from 1 to 103.' 'okay...12?' refers 'name her as magnesium.' pray tell, the poor kid doesn't get a name like hydrogen or oxygen or nitrogen or chlorine or iodine or potassium. can you imagine? 'register number four, aluminium tan.' okay, that was so retarded. but there are some chem names that are nice. like astatine, germanium and selenium. i think they can pass of some extoic greek name which no other parent would know unless they're a chemist. i totally love this blog post maannn. i just totally crapped about the world's two most retarded topic that can ever be blogged about. ohgod, sometimes i just love myself. oh and i wasn't trying to like hey-i'm-the-world's-funniest-person-come-laugh-at-my-blond-jokes, i was just trying to ugh, rolls eyes. nobody forced you to read this if you think it's highly irritating. 'go.... jiggypuff!' i miss being a kid, watching pokemon at 1030am every saturday religiously and throwing a stress ball at the televesion everytime that i-never-grow-up ash person chooses his pokemon against his opponent which miraculously, i have never seen him lost a match. remember? and there you go! another random jabber. -A- back to the top? - Monday, August 9, 2010 @ 11:15 PM when will the day come when i'll finally stop swooning and sighing over her, okay, so i guess, i could start with a happy national day and all the patriotic i-hope-singapore-can-soar-to-achieve-greater-heights stuff. and i'm done with that. 1. i'm wearing contacts now(((: i don't know but it just makes me very happy that i can finally see the world without having to put on fugly black specs and pushing the nose bridge thingy with my middle finger half the time. it's like seeing everything in a new light! and i wiki-ed this, leonardo da vinci inspired today's contact lenses. betcha didn't know that. 2. did i ever mention this before but my brother has like extra time for his PSLE. and that's like majorly unfair. he thinks it's fair cause he has his stupid doctor's certificate to prove that he has learning difficulties AKA a kinder way of saying that he's retarded. but whatever, i'm just crossing my fingers he won't get a psle score higher than me. i like being smart. 3. MY GUITAR STRING BROKE. i totally cannot believe i didn't say this at the start. broken string = no guitar = crestfallen algae. ohgoddddd. 4. i currently hate my older bro and sis to the very core, magma, lava of the earth. like i always say, promise is HUGE word and i hate it when people misuse it. if you can't live it up to your promise of being there for your little sister, then don't tell her cause it really breaks her heart. 5. i wrote a song about my two contacts-wearing friends. laura; thankyou! idk why you don't like to write the real names of people when you thank them, or else how would they know it's them, especially slow in the mind people like me. love all the late-night history lessons over sms-es and random assortment of things we talk about from boys to moisturizers to candy floss. thankyou, miss i-have-nice-smelling-hair. oh&yy! i'm so sorry i cancelled on you today. no matter what, i'm treating you to cookies the next we go out. i realized something. okay, so it's not the earth-shattering-isaac-newton-under-the-apple-tree kind of realization. it's just, you need two hands to clap. you can't have a friendship with one person supporting the whole damn thing and two people aren't at loggerheads at each other if one of them is willing to make the change. like me and nicole can actually talk to one another one like only on two neutral topics - guitar and grey's anatomy? and that's what, because we're not constantly rolling eyes and each other or cursing that the other should be banished to the fiery pits of hades. and yet me and another ex-friend, ex-confidant, ex-person-i-bitch-about-other-too are like _______ (fill in the blank for the word that says we walk past each other but pretends that it's just mist blowing across our face, bitching to one another and somehow the bitching comes back in a full circle) my brother's new goal for the week or something like that is to do a body wave. and to be brutally honest, HE'S FAILING TERRIBLY. thankgod he has no boobs or else it'll just be like bad, bad porn. me showing off bodywave bro: WALAUUU, SO COOL. I ALSO WANT TO DO. me: you fail one, i pro. bro: of course lah, you're in dance. me: you WERE once in dance. bro: being in dance is not the same thing as being able to dance. famous last words from my brother. well said, idiot, well said. too bad he'll never read this or else he'll just be grinning his whole goddamned mouth off. shucks for cedar not having a nerdy chess club or else i'll just pack my bags and quit my current cca. cause i really hate dance so much that i'll rather spend the whole afternoon staring at black pieces of plastic on a checkered board than to see my distorted feet in the mirror and worse, my teacher scolding me over every single goddamned thing i do and dicing my ego up as if she's slicing tomatoes for dinner. and i'm pretty sure i'm a better chess player than a dancer. top student in my class, teacher's pet, coursemates adored me. compared to this hellhole, i'm living in now, ironically, i'll kill to play chess in cedar. You are the best thing that's ever been mine. -Taylor -A- back to the top? - Sunday, August 8, 2010 @ 7:15 PM it's been exactly two months and three days since i last wrote a song, and i feel like writing one for two people now. but i can't find my songbook and that's tragic. (i can't write without my songbook!!!!!gahhh.) When all else fails, there's always me. back to the top? - @ 1:09 PM "and we'll have sex on your favourite bedding!" "she's not a virginnnnn!" "HAHAHAHA,she had sex with a balloon!" HAHA,horny dancers (or maybe it's just me, eleanor, yingyi and minru) 1. i(L)NDP celebrations where me and yingyi just wrap ourselves in some zi-high bubbles and start dancing and singing like madddd. 2. i(L)the stupid things we do during YOG, screaming at each other when we're 5storeys above ground, looking like major fail transported-from-ancient-china kind of people, doing math questions in the middle of nowhere, juniors bullying me on the bus and cheating the uncle at the old chang kee place just to get another stick of nuggets. 3. i wore my first pair ofcontacts ystd!!!! finally overcame the fear of putting foreign stuff into my eyeball(((((: 4. HOLIDAYYYY till wedneday and can pon half day of school on wednesday somemore((((: 5. SALT with yingyi tomorrow :DDDDDDD spent 4o++ bucks on online shopping, oh for the love of retail therapy. GO GO GO GO! I COMMAND YOU TO GO LISTEN TO THE NEW TAYLOR SWIFT SONG. TYPE 'MINE TAYLOR SWIFT WITH LYRICS' AT YOUTUBE AND LISTENNNN! heart heart t-swift(: love how i can bitch above the he-bitch even when he's just standing there. -A- back to the top? - Thursday, August 5, 2010 @ 9:50 PM TAYLOR'S NEWEST SINGLE... IS OUTTTTTT(leaked but yay!). AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL. i just fell in love with her all over again. You remember, we were sittin' there, by the water You put your arm around me for the first time You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter You are the best thing that's ever been mine Lovelovelove, -A- back to the top? - Tuesday, August 3, 2010 @ 9:24 PM sniggers sniggers snigger KATE WALSH IS SOOO HOT!!!! HAHA,ME IN HAPPY MOOD NOW CAUSE.... THERE'S. YOG. TOMORROW. !!!! and i finished more than half of my homework which is like MIRACULOUS since my classmates have labelled me as the- 'who never hand in physics report?' 'aiyah, confirm is algae one' and i had an AWESOME time this afternoon playing(((: YAYS for yingyi, laura, margie, crystal, joycelyn and wanxin! &my kisses make laura feel loved. AWHHHH- anyway, kate walsh is forty-three. SHE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE RIGHT? HEH, SO HOT!!!! my itunes shuffled to whenever you remember. my reaction? switch it up to some slutty slutty britney spears song. see, stupid bitches ruined the beautiful song for me that i would choose any other song over it. -A- back to the top? - Monday, August 2, 2010 @ 8:59 PM sarah chen was my first best friend who i'd came to distrust. she never took the secrets that i kept close to my heart seriously at all, and when i asked her about hers she just told me facts she told the entire world. she was the first; but not the last. after how many tears, how many fits, how many arguments, i should have been fucking smarter than to trust anyone again. stupid, stupid promises. you break them anyway. a word's just a word till you mean what you say, and love isn't love till you give it away. -A- back to the top? - @ 8:29 PM even stars like taylor swift can cower in the corner, look up at the sky and ask, what the fuck is happening to my life. 'even if i raise my hand up, they're not going to do anything. it's just going to be a waste of my arm muscles cause there's no fucking democracy in here at all. welcome to propoganda land.' today's a horrible shit day. 1. I HATE DANCE. OKAY, WHY THE FUCK DID I JOIN. LIKE I THINK I'LL BE BETTER OFF IN CLDDS (my ex-cca) cause at least i will know how to write my chinese composition homework 2. LIARS, LIARS, JUST A FUCKING DEN FULL OF LIARS. 3. i lost my IKEA catalouge in the plush auditorium): 4. i smelt chlorine during chem lesson and mr chia told me that 'it would shorten your lifespan' 5. i have a ton of homework. 'there's no point investing in a friendship if it's not going to last' okay, even if seniors are going read this, guess what, i'm not really going to care (because i put a blog up to express myself while trying not the break the law or anything like that and it's not to pacify whoever's ego and bottle up all my insane feelings and die of conary heart disease) so here we go. 'thankyou seniors for helping us in whatever we do, without you, we wouldn't have achieved whatever we have now. thankyou for the being pillars of support and being there whenever we need do. we love you!' sounds familiar? i'm pretty sure it does. in my opinion, what's the stupid fucking point of writing the same old, same old letters to seniors when you know you don't mean a single thing at all and then when she opens up your letter she'll know that it's plastic-fake cause she knows you hate her to the bone for the rest of eternity or something like that. okay, stupid cliche propoganda drives me up the wall and i have to get this off my chest. i'm so goddamned tempted to like boycott dance's farewell and give my letters to the seniors whom i will truly write sincere notes to. we gave up on you already, sorry. -A- back to the top? - Sunday, August 1, 2010 @ 10:52 PM sorry laura, i just read your blog. i love you too. back to the top? - @ 10:24 PM i need to learn to be as happy as taylor swift. she's perpetually smiling for i don't know what reason. but wait, maybe if i'm a twenty-year old with gorgeous skin and probably twenty closets full of chanel and ralph lauren, 4 grammys sitting in my kitchen and access to like five million dollars or something like that- maybe i would be happy. laura! i know i said i love you and stuff over msn but right now, i feel like stabbing you. your sudden emo-ness has just like jumped striaght into my heart and not even country songs can make me feel any lighter. so much for trying to make you smile. (the following paragraph is not directing at any intended individual) you know what, maybe i am sick and tired of being called a bimbo. and maybe i do care what you actually call me. and maybe i'm not all that kind, caring, compassionate who takes everything in stride. and maybe i, algae, moss or barnacle may actually have feelings. (but this is for someone) ; the reason why i hate my mother with all my gut sometimes is because she treats me as if i'm fucking invisible and i'm not there and that i don't have feelings and that she can make decisions for me for me entire life. and maybe that's the reason why i'm hating you right now too. {i'm your friend, not your daughter.} {you're my friend, not my remote controller.} goddd, ihate all these stupid friend-friend problems. and i guess maybe that's why nerds make friends with calculators, while i make friends with chemistry textbooks and musical instruments. cause they'll always be there for you, no matter what. the education system is so-called hollistic, all-arounded and all that good-morning-propoganda-shit. we learn physics and trigo and how to construct buildings in an air-con room and leave the piling works and hammering to foreign workers. we learn how to appreciate emily bronte and charles dickens and perfect grammar and our books are all printed by minimum wage workers from developing countries. we learn how to create ammonia by the haber process and how our human heart works and yet millions in the world never got to feel what science can actually impact on their lives. in my opinion, it's downright stupid. and SEL, where the syllabus setters say hey, i'm teaching you on how to say no to sex and depression. point taken, but they never work don't they. i bet teenagers are like the saddest bunch of people (i've never been through mid-life crisis so maybe i'm biased) in the whole entire friggin world and it gets WORSE, AND WORSE AND WORSE just because- WE.DON'T.LEARN.HOW.TO.BE.FUCKING.HAPPY. we learn to be smart, to be rich, to be popular, famous and hey-i'm-paris-hilton. but in the end, we cry ourselves to sleep, kill ourselves with sleeping pills, cut ourselves with razors, i don't know. and i really feel like not caring. (you see, laura. you're influential.) and just a word of thought; scholars are awesome. they're like awesome classmates, perfect tutors and great friends to talk to. don't discrminate them just because they're what, chinese, indonesian? and everytime they get straight As, you're like 'scholars what, no biggie'. well, you're wrong then. cause they're people, and you're a retard. (and a life of a scholar ain't easy. we all think that it's all red and rosy cause they have brains inflated with like dictionaries and textbooks. but it's not.) ohgodddd, i really think i'm either going to panadol myself to sleep or bawl my eyeballs out tonight. or both. ben should really appear now, since denise says that i grin like an idiot when i'm talking to him one-to-one during yog. i want to learn how to wear contacts. this post is random and rambling, -A- back to the top? - @ 12:56 PM so this practically sums up the state of my facebook wall. attempted counting the number of 'happy birthday' to show off to my brother but gave up after 46. but bottom line: thankyou(: but my fifteenth birthday is probably THE WORST birthday i ever had. 1. i fell asleep waiting for the first birthday sms of the day. 2. and woke up at 1330, thus sleeping half my birthday away. 3. MY SIS FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY. that made me want to cry. 4. MY OLDER BROTHER FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY. 5. and pretty much the rest of my family forgot my birthday. 6. i got scolded on my birthday, apparently my mom doesn't really care about the birthday part. 7. I DIDN'T A KEYBOARD FOR MY BIRTHDAY): 8. and i couldn't spend it with yingyi)))): 9. i ended up spending a large chunk of my birthday with halogens and alkali earth metals. 10. i'm old now. but obviously, some people did make me happy. 1. I LOVE MY CHINESE SCHOLAR PARTNER(: she's probably the sweetest person on earth. okay, so her present wasn't any diamond bracelet from tiffany's but it's the thought that counts. i know how much she absolutely hates writing in english and yet she wrote my birthday note in english! 2. thankyou dancers - yingyi, minru, junica, joey... thanks for the 'happy birthday to algae moss barnacle' song and the really sweet and sincere sms-es. 3. thankyou jeremy for the birthday cake. 4. thankyou ben! (not that he'll see this in three thousand years) even though i know facebook alerted him (and probably 99percent of the well-wishers), i'm still elated! 5. taylor swift currently sings a song about me((((: IT'S FREEZING NOW. LIKE OMG, i'm wearing two pairs of socks on my feet and the windows are ALL closed. hot air is supposed to rise, and i live in a flat, so it's supposed to be blistering hot and not like welcome-to-the-artic-circle. I.HATE.THE.COLD. 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